you are stealing
the right of truth
when those fowl words
take place in between your lips
when the sky is low
and your eyes are not level
for through them the soul
is seen..
how can guilt
not take you over?
how can you live
like it was true?
for nothing is worse
than a forbidden tale
told by someone
with much life to live
it is cruel to steal
such a prized gem
from the kingdom
of fine axiom
such a great sin it is
to live a life as yours
as comes a great penalty
for when you speak a quantity
to my ears all I hear
is gibberish full of
lies
