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.