If virtue is betrayed…by a devious perfection,
Interrogate the devil for a dubious correction.
As lies permeate the wide expanse-of-eternity,
God’s creation must settle a craft-of-integrity.
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If virtue is betrayed–by a devious perfection,
Interrogate the devil for a dubious correction.
As lies permeate the wide expanse-of-eternity,
God’s creation must settle a craft-of-integrity.
Such a broad creation has a request to behold,
So that truth may blend with lying stories told.
If the physical condition can fool God’s belief,
All things common…alters man’s mental relief.
A smile is not what it seems–to lift the heart!
But rather, mature eyes testify–who you are.
By now, you wonder whatever words can say;
If truth becomes disguised, believe it anyway.
Untold! is what you know and believe–for sure;
When the sun rises, witness it plainly–as pure.
Burn the boldness of the day…into your mind;
So, the noble heart desires to be totally blind.
Pure reasons for truth, could hold God at bay,
While the devil delivers what he wants to say.
Goodsense may listen–unto a thoughtful spell,
While honor awakens–into the suburbs of hell.
Light burns falsehood…rightdown to the truth,
And expose certain things left with any worth.
Beside truth, slithers a camouflage pile of lies;
It is a universal contest–a drama of any size.
Confusion tends to converse in commonsense;
Familiar enough to drift within the past-tense.
Heaven must maintain respect for crafty hell,
For in that conflict, man finds a drama to tell.
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