Ugly men carry meaningful lies,
Beautiful men understand knowledge,
So the liar halts, and the man of justice carries on.
On earth a letter has been shed from tears,
This letter is the opening of faith,
With an envelope of love and hope.
Let lies be liars' questions, yet live along them,
Feeling and writing, being and keeping,
Like honoured servants of grace.
You are His men and guards enter to protect
The lame and infirm, bearing no luck,
For the day I wail is the night of distrust.
Beauty enters the home, feeding trillions;
Flies on the bed, food on the seats, water spilled,
We deceive nobody but the granddaughter.
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