Unto guilt I will never be a slave
I am honest, caring and brave,
Unto sin and deception I will not ever crave
I will not ever take a lie to the grave.
I will end a lie when unto me if it is ever uttered
When from a liars mouth it is first stuttered,
Into my thoughts it will not be cluttered
Unto me it will not be believed, when first muttered.
I will never worry about who might be offended
I will shake my head in shame when it is believed and defended,
And when a lie has been spoken and ended
I worry about those who were misled, destroyed and unfriended.
A lie never brings forth any good fruit
All that it will bring is pain, suffering and maybe even a lawsuit,
It is a cheaters and a users main traveled route
It is used to confuse and to dilute.
I will not ever believe that awful story and sound
While I am here and working to be righteous and heaven bound,
And when I am buried into the deep cold ground
Truth with me will also there be found.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem