liar
liar he picks a handful of sand and weaves into rope, to hang the neck of the innocent with his twisted truth. he raises his hand and swears in heaven’s name, to tell only the truth which he already bends. he throws curse to himself “should I tell a lie, may lightning hit me and my family dies”. he despises a liar to portray he’s upright, without quavering and stammering he speaks his seamless lies.
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