The Battle of Honest Intentions
Truth never lies, and a lie's never true.
Dissonant chords; are they red, white, or blue?
Spoken to mirror deceit in the soul,
Truth is a weapon; a lie is a goal.
Stabbed in the back but admitting the deal
Practices lying, both hands on the wheel.
Truth sets a standard of freedom's regime.
Lies are but gestures of trickery's scheme.
Sword and a shield bearing truth as the mark
Battle the demons that lie in the dark.
Sinister motives a fib holds within-
Bold to the face in the gist of a grin.
Truth marrow filling the bone of a word
Speaks what is honest and pure, not absurd.
Lies boast decay in the flesh of the mind,
Maiming and aiming at garments, unkind.
Difficult notions seem hard to disguise ...
Lies aren't truth, and the truth never lies.