11-30-2025, 11:18 PM
"Honest Lies"
Now is the time for truth and love to last:
A vow as hollow as an unkept oath.
As said by those who know love's time is past;
by poets and statesmen, fluent liars both.
Our historians curate a golden fable,
by cutting out the truths we cannot face.
When legend smooths away the scars it's able,
it leaves us useful lies in their place.
Embalmed like saints and sinners who never lived,
our past's a prisoner of those who won.
They forged a truth to make themselves beloved;
we spread their lies long after fact has gone.
For truth and love this anthem I proclaim:
Let myths of virtue perish in honest shame.
Mirages of life to glimpse as a ghost;
History hums, but I like now the best.
Each of us living lives no King can boast,
we can't change what's passed, we're cursed if not blessed.
All that remains are fragments of the past,
the crown of man is brittleness and blame.
Now is the time for truth and love to last,
let myths of virtue perish in honest shame.
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I tried very hard to keep this metrically regular iambic pentameter, I know I wobbled a fair bit but if anything jumps out as badly off please let me know. Also, sorry this took so long, things have been pretty hectic here.
Now is the time for truth and love to last:
A vow as hollow as an unkept oath.
As said by those who know love's time is past;
by poets and statesmen, fluent liars both.
Our historians curate a golden fable,
by cutting out the truths we cannot face.
When legend smooths away the scars it's able,
it leaves us useful lies in their place.
Embalmed like saints and sinners who never lived,
our past's a prisoner of those who won.
They forged a truth to make themselves beloved;
we spread their lies long after fact has gone.
For truth and love this anthem I proclaim:
Let myths of virtue perish in honest shame.
Mirages of life to glimpse as a ghost;
History hums, but I like now the best.
Each of us living lives no King can boast,
we can't change what's passed, we're cursed if not blessed.
All that remains are fragments of the past,
the crown of man is brittleness and blame.
Now is the time for truth and love to last,
let myths of virtue perish in honest shame.
.
I tried very hard to keep this metrically regular iambic pentameter, I know I wobbled a fair bit but if anything jumps out as badly off please let me know. Also, sorry this took so long, things have been pretty hectic here.