A Living Lie

Stray motes of dust spiral in a triple helix,
Ignorant of the consequences facing the
Saviour of discretion.
It seems its not enough to know,
The meaning of the hidden whispers.
Saving grace and turning face,
Leave the witness trembling.
Paper cranes and hollow tigers stalk along the
Hidden path.
Walk the right and view the left,
The broken ground leads to the clouds.
I've heard their lies a million times,
Long enough to see the truth.
I broke it down to make a path,
A broken path to reach the sky.
I died inside a million times,
I lived behind a million lies.
With three sides to every story,
Now I know the reasons why,
The faithful live inside a lie.