Truth Of All Lies

The truth in the midst of lies, the coated
Threat and stab; heart could never deny,
The poor lies of filled wealth while they roam
In albatross of the world at will.
And to slip and bleed from a restful hid of
Nothing but a plant full of weed,
And for the truth to hid when lies bid
To bless not just us but them from shame.
And for gentle rest for spirit to plead
For the lie that our life will be safe and
Coaster purity on us all from sin.
What may not vary is the wind of lie;
May not be cold or warm for us to dry
And depart from what may lead us to cease
To lie.


Liked or faved by...
Other works by steven ...