I could say I know you, but I'd be lying.
I could say I love you, but we'd be dying.
I could lie to you, but we'd never be.
Or... I could tell you the truth... that's the way to see.
Lying, dying, or truth slantly told,
We fear all these things, young and old.
If we all died, there would simply be hardly any lies,
If we told all lies, there'd be a maelstrom at best,
If we told all the truth, it'd be a storm at sea,
That's why, if we tell it, but slant, we'll all have glee.
What's the point of this, you all may ask?
Full truth blinds all, and it's no simple task!
You must tell both sides and not once falter,
Lest your head be put upon some demonic altar!
So tell the truth, i beg you, at all the times,
But tell it slant or prepare for one of previous lines!