First Lines (V. 2.0)

[TLDunn213]

When the morning comes, I will arise;

And treat the dawnlight as a prize.

It is an act, there to disguise;

the drab reality of lies,

where no one even really tries

to find the Truth or win the Prize

Where everything's a smaller size

while the prices yet more quickly rise.

And responsibly for for anything They still denie. 

Or shift the blame with threadbare lies 

that only work because no one tries 

to find the Truth that is the Prize.

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