Ananias Poem by john hardesty
Ananias
Custom of truth valued by all,
Lies are lies, great or small;
Where thy 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 lives of deceit,
Where lies collapse in faithless defeat;
The certitude of justification,
Holds no conscious of explanation;
Custom of truth valued by all,
Lies are lies, great or small.
Liars do themselves no favors, because once discovered they are never trusted. Good write John.
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5/6/2024 12:58:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a good write words are weapons and lairs use them well so true