Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Infinite Lies

"...a minefield in your poisoned heart..."

Infinite Lies

The mirages of progress float nearby,
to form the outlines of your burdened soul.
There's a minefield in your poisoned heart,
And many have lost their will to live.

Soldier, attention! Give up your trigger hungry arms.
and your heart to something that truly matters.
If pain is your power, then are you really alive?
and if vengeance is peace, then are you really at rest?

Do you see the eagles in the desert skies?
Feeding on carcasses made of infinite lies.
Your psyche is tortured by all the early goodbyes,
As you bite the bullet with tears in your eyes.







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