When you lied to me,
did you know you are
under oath.
The ridge of your nose
gave you away, as did
the snorty little laugh.
You are under oath for you
said you do. This lifetime
will pass with your hand on
the bible.
Choose to spit out truth and
make it stand at the doorstep
of heaven to say you tried and
the untruths escaped through the
gap in your truth.
This way you can have a better
agenda at the venue of venues.
Here they say liars will burn
while those lied to will sleep.
They will be making up for all
the lies that gave them sleepless
nights.
They say love will be there as a
witness to surely say this did happen.
No two
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