Too close to Truth

Isn't life itself an anachronism?
Or, is it the idiosyncrasy of the unemployed?
Where does truth end
and lies begin?
When did truth end
and lies began?
The line is too blurred
Or, was there any line ever, at all?
Was I mistaken?
How to be assured?
For the tiger the lamb is nothing but a prey,
For vegans a God's creation.
Did I creep too close to truth?
But, I am in a liaison with Fate,
When rules grow sturdy,
I betray.

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