speechless

Tell me a story of life less gory with kindness and flowers.

Give me a rhyme that fits into my head and helps me pull myself up from the dead.

Offer a riddle so I can remedy this limerick which seems to be persistently knocking at my door.

Explain your mythology which has defined your actions which your righteous heart finds so true.

Find me a folklore that has less blood and more sun than what really shines through from you.

Help me with a fable which explains why you are not the Scorpio and that I am not that Frog.

Speechless...that is what I prefer a liar be...

Your nature is profoundly obvious and your words mixed with the waters you desecrate as your lies shower me.