Web for a lie

A spider weaves a web for a lie
A thousand tight-ropes strung on high
And if the truth is found out
A million crossroads to hear her cry.

In the dark of a lie, the truth is the light
Like so many stars in the dead of night
A single street lamp can hide them away
Now the asphalt is in sight.

And buried just one layer deep
Was a treasure that he could not keep
So it flew to a fire for the heat
Those who never lived in a grave, asleep.

In another world, another plane
If time stood still, they would stay sane
The wall has two sides, both blank
Batter against it with nothing to gain.

The spider weaves a web for hate
On which only she stands straight
A thousand tight-ropes hung on high
And the victims fall to her debate.