It takes but a moment to slither and lie,
truth is captured in the wandering eye,
though it may seem a falsehood well done,
honesty is a bullet and truth the gun,
deceive and weave to your hearts content,
till your reflection looks all quite bent,
I swaer to God and trust me won't do,
looking in the mirror is only you,
what does it take to tell the truth,
is it somewhere buried in your youth,
back, where to fib, seemed somewhat felonious,
yet now, it is cruel, dark, and inharmonious,
Oh! , to consider, the many hearts that break,
because a lie can't give, it can only take,
how sad for dignity, guardian of the soul,
as lies encumber and wreak their toll,
they encourage bewilderment, at best a guess,
they make all you do a fitfull mess,
when you're alone, with your deeds, you torment
Remember your choice, It Takes But a Moment...
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