Today, we tell another lie

You tell lie; if you blink your eyes twice,
If there are many sides on your dice
Amazing grace! The sweet sound.
The lies you tell roll around.
Even on your head I see lice

This is the lie you always tell,
When you sing “with my soul it is well”
But deep down, you’re drowning there
And your faith screaming great fear
Blow the trumpet,
and stop jingling the bell.

Tochi