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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Cover image for post Born to Lie, by anna2
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anna2

Born to Lie

24 hours I saw the sun a day

But the dark hugged me a second longer

How come I draw rainbow when I am colorblind

I hope for some warm in the huffing of wind

Even the snow falls into my mind

Create storm

Change white into grey

There comes a smile

But I saw a mask of lie

Like a shadow of the storm

In the middle of summertime

Hard to find for the blind

Impossible thing for anyone who hug the warm

This is not about time and will to fly

Or a quick love that comes by

Because they put snow in a fire

Disguise their lie into some manner

They don’t have wings to fly

And they said they could touch the sky

Talking to the stars

While they are just sitting on the bar

They draw color for colorblind

They talk about warm while blowing the wind

They create storm in summertime

And of course they don’t call it lie

These are just some words to play

They spread beautiful words from ear to ear

And make deal with pain and death

For every soul they get

For every tears they wipe

For every glass they break

For every lie they sold

They claimed the night and dress all black

While they kill the light and disguise into bright

They are no saint

But people call them saint

After they put a fake halo on their head

Suddenly the snake become a lamb

And the devil hides behind an angel figure

But open your eyes

Feel the night and talk silently to the night

Take a sight of the fake light

Close your eyes and talk to God

Then you’d see their horn

You’d know they are friend of the dark

Then you’d know to not bow to the night

And step away from the snake

Listen to your heart

And don’t ever turn your head into the night

Because they were born to lie

January 25, 2017