A sorrowful soul,
The lips of lies,
The agony of a man,
In the nest of lies.
Unstable as water,
Whom stripes may not heal,
The lying tongue,
In the shame of deceit.
The darkness of the mind,
Evil laying on evil,
Sins covered,
The dark of the night,
The deceit of the morning,
The father of sins.
Like a little fly,
It flies so fast,
The perfection of lies,
The tongue of the devil,
Building great castles,
The foundation of lies,
The weakness of reputation.
In time due,
It is caught,
Like a great fall,
The revelation of character,
The death of reputation.
The desperation of a lying soul,
A truth well known,
Concealed but revealed,
The agony of shame,
Who have thou to blame?
The pretext of perfection,
Imperfection in extreme.
The wickedness of a soul,
Desperate and evil,
Killing every soul,
The death of light,
In a bid extreme,
To cover the pot of lies,
Its revealed too soon,
Full of agony and shame,
The sight of sorrow,
For the lying tongue,
In pretext of perfection.
The imperfection of man,
The unworthiness of all,
Everyone well admitted,
None yet knows in compliance,
Prove his imperfection,
In the light of truth.