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A poem about the consequences of telling a lie and how it snowballs into a web of deceit. |
Oh what a tangled web we weave,when first we practice to deceive, it starts with just a little lie,and when the truth has past u by, habitual it does become,the tangled web has capured some, and with one lie,you understand,then comes another hand in hand, then just to verify the last,you need to find another fast, and though deceit is such a sin,a tangled web you sit and spin, you sit and spin it all day long,and lose sight of what's right n wrong, you get so caught up in the tale,untruth's you tell to no avail, til every time you go to speak,your lies,they do pure havoc wreak, Oh what a tangled web we spin,they tell me bullshit,its a sin, there is an art,how to deceive,how well you make someone believe, it's true that god does love a trier,you've become a compulsive liar, and now a label you have earned,you played with fire and you got burned, So now its time your lies to leave,destroy that tangled web you weave. |