Truth when you tell
And with pride your chest swell,
Then you have to know something my friend
One who speaks the truth, brings his life to an end
Look at me, battered and in pain, what have I become?
I should have lied and not given such liberty to my tongue
I should have been submissive and accepted the lie for the truth
I should have known only lies triumph and lies produce sweet fruit
So, learn from me, oh you who are honest and you who speak not lie
I am almost a dead man now; learn from me, oh you who don’t want to die.
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