Truth and lies—

Mirror twins dancing on silver tongues,

Where one ends, the other begins.

To master deception,

First deceive yourself.

Let falsehoods nest in your mind

Until they hatch into truths.

Like a spider weaving moonlight,

Each strand deliberate, delicate,

Your words spin reality anew.

Truth becomes malleable clay

In practiced hands.

Consider the hypnotist's whisper:

Soft as moth wings,

Yet powerful enough to reshape

The foundations of belief.

“You are royalty,”

And crowns materialize.

“You command the stars,”

And constellations bow.

The secret lies not in the words,

But in the space between breaths

Where doubt dissolves.

When your heart beats 

To the rhythm of fabrication,

Others' hearts follow.

For what is truth

But yesterday's lie

Worn smooth by time?

Believe, and others

Will believe through you.