You gave to me a sack of truths & told me
to entwine,
Each & every one, into untrue tales &
sorry story lines,
You said to enmesh the truth & to turn them
into lies,
And just so that you´d look good, in everybody´s
eyes.
But the truth I need as much, as dewdrops upon
my lips,
Scribed in blood, on paper, by fine quilled
& feathered tips,
Sworn in oath & vow to God, in my voice
sincere & clear,
There´ll be no lies spoken by me, to protect
you my old dear.
Truth shall be spoken always, signed, sealed
& sealing-waxed,
Even though my head be broken, overwrought &
sorely taxed,
So into sin´s black murky ink-pot, my plumed
quill is inky dipped,
And parchment now signed with flourish, so all
your lies be ripped.
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