Thursday, September 13, 2018

Ananias



                                                       
                                    The custom of truth valued by all,
                                    Lies are lies, great or small,
                                    Where tongue spew in contort,
                                    An angel vengefully hears distantly amort;
                                    Words are weapons and liars use them well, 
                                    Spirits are broken, undo harmful corporeal, 
                                    The cuckold lies of deceit, 
                                    Where lies collapse in faithless defeat,
                                    The certitude of justification
                                    Holds no conscience of explanation;
                                    The custom of truth valued by all,
                                    Lies are lies, great or small. 

                                                    - John Hardesty 
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