The world
is perfect,
Or so we're made to believe,
But what we don't realize,
Is that we've been lied to,
From the simple fables,
To one , two, three.
Have you ever heard,
The reality behind,
The flawless stories,
That are not so kind.
Let me reveal the truth,
Of this great big lie,
These little illusions,
That are hidden to the naked eye.
There was no happy ending,
In any story written,
The agony unbearable,
The reason to the reality being hidden.
When Jack climbed the Beanstalk,
His fate was sealed,
Instead of finding treasures,
He found his death under the giants' heel.
But how could a story,
So gruesome be told,
So hence it was changed,
And the beanstalk cut off,
So that the truth would never unfold.
Or have you heard of what really happened,
To the tale of sleeping Beauty?
The spell cast on the spindle,
Was really meant to kill,
And so it did, the little princess,
Who died without will,
But how could a story,
So gruesome be told?
So hence it was changed,
And the spells switched,
So that the truth would never unfold.
The story of Ali Baba,
As many have heard,
Was never quite understood,
As the truth was blurred,
Have you ever wondered,
How a thief so smart,
Would not notice a stranger,
Hidden in his own cave?
Our hero in fact was caught and killed,
His death being so brutal,
That even the lie had to have the evil thrill,
But how could a story,
So gruesome be told?
So hence it was changed,
And the tables turned,
So that the truth would never unfold.
I do not wish to change how you think,
But i give you an insight,
Of the lies told to us without a blink,
So listen wisely my friend,
This isn't something light,
Because some of us cant face the truth,
While only some of us can fight!
Or so we're made to believe,
But what we don't realize,
Is that we've been lied to,
From the simple fables,
To one , two, three.
Have you ever heard,
The reality behind,
The flawless stories,
That are not so kind.
Let me reveal the truth,
Of this great big lie,
These little illusions,
That are hidden to the naked eye.
There was no happy ending,
In any story written,
The agony unbearable,
The reason to the reality being hidden.
When Jack climbed the Beanstalk,
His fate was sealed,
Instead of finding treasures,
He found his death under the giants' heel.
But how could a story,
So gruesome be told,
So hence it was changed,
And the beanstalk cut off,
So that the truth would never unfold.
Or have you heard of what really happened,
To the tale of sleeping Beauty?
The spell cast on the spindle,
Was really meant to kill,
And so it did, the little princess,
Who died without will,
But how could a story,
So gruesome be told?
So hence it was changed,
And the spells switched,
So that the truth would never unfold.
The story of Ali Baba,
As many have heard,
Was never quite understood,
As the truth was blurred,
Have you ever wondered,
How a thief so smart,
Would not notice a stranger,
Hidden in his own cave?
Our hero in fact was caught and killed,
His death being so brutal,
That even the lie had to have the evil thrill,
But how could a story,
So gruesome be told?
So hence it was changed,
And the tables turned,
So that the truth would never unfold.
I do not wish to change how you think,
But i give you an insight,
Of the lies told to us without a blink,
So listen wisely my friend,
This isn't something light,
Because some of us cant face the truth,
While only some of us can fight!
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