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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