Before You Start Poem by P. J. Radford

I wondered whether you had heard
what happ'd those that break their word,
their oath, their bond, their faith, their trust,
once they have turned to dust.

Whoe'er speaks false what he swears true
corrupts his soul whilst fooling you;
so when from flesh his spirit flies,
demons dog him for his lies.

From the Seven Heavens they chase him out;
heedless of his pleading shout,
they pursue with pure fury
the wretch who uttered perjury.

Not even in the darkest hell
will the Damned heed the piteous yell
of he who told a bold untruth
for those in Hell are far more cooth.

Without remorse, respite or rest,
the demons hound with hideous zest
'til running into darkening dusk,
he's gored by Verethraghna's tusk.

The Liar is the wild boar's poor prey.
He pummels the Pillars of Life, the vertebrae;
the Springs of Vitality he smashes,
bones, brains, blood and hair he mashes.

It is Verethraghna, Mithra's boar,
whose bloodied tusks settle the score.
So now you know the cards are stacked
for he who dares break his contract.

So sit, my friend, and please do say
what are the truths you've found today.
I'm eager to learn and I'll believe
because now you know what Liars receive.