An inveterate liar sees
A prism in his thoughts
And marvels at its beauty
When light makes it glow.
He can shape his words
So that they are like a prism,
Brilliant at any angle,
Seemingly to be the truth.
Would that it were this simple.
That lies beget lies and all is well.
Deception deceives the reader,
When it is presented to mask the truth.
An ego bent on destruction,
Can fabricate his words with sincerity.
A liar knows how to be clever,
For his lies to be convincing.
both deception and the liar really well, they goes hand in hand.
good write.
Ron
budd