The Prince Of Lies Poem by Shaun Cronick

You think me a divine saint,
I'm really a wretched sinner.
Forever the great deceiver,
You'll see me as a winner.


I can never keep a promise,
I'd only break it in the end.
If you're looking for honesty,
Don't come to me my friend.


You converse with me seeking truths,
I'll whisper falsities instead.
It's what I revel and excel in,
To plant doubt inside your head.


I will always let you suffer,
Guaranteed to let you down.
Pretty soon you'll discover this,
But by then I've left your town.


I move on to more rich pickings,
And I will never settle down.
For I'm the Prince of Lies,
And I proudly wear my crown.

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