Lies Poem by Connor Whyte

Lies

Rating: 3.6


The eyes of A lier show no truth, The eyes of a good lier fools those who are blind.

Seeking the truth when the devils your story, Bidding you farewell and letting you commit the sin and burn in hell, Your alone living with the lie you tell that you will only believe, You made a grave mistake.

Tick the time and start it back you can't change what you have done, Malevolent and untruthful you seek justice but you have no one to run to.

Your hated in the eyes of your family you would be lucky if the devil even wanted you, Your alone and in distress living your lies you can't confess.

Whats done is done I will never believe you even as your son, When you die no one will show nothing but the devils crow, You lay in your casket as it caves in, Someone likes you the maggots love your flesh your the feast of something I like even more than you.

You have payed your dues to commit sin you never prayed for forgiveness God cares but he can't do anything for you, You chose your path and turned the wrong way, Life is to short and you made it
that way.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Carolina Soto 01 May 2012

You have a very beautiful style of writing and you express yourself so deeply in this poem, I like it!

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Lewis Peat 16 June 2012

You are a magician.

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Brianna Winebarger 21 March 2012

I will be honest and say that this isn't my favorite poem of yours but is still good.

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Bella Hernandez 20 March 2012

Wowz, interesting poem true, the lies we tell more likely stick with us to our grave... the lies that are told makes our lives shorter! magnificant poem ~Bella

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Dave Walker 20 March 2012

A really great poem, really like it. A great write.

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Amanda Horton 07 July 2016

So much truth in this I love it

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Howard Savage 27 January 2016

This poem title Lies, is a profound poem of intellectually. The eyes of a liar show no truth. Profound investigation of one's mentality through the light of the body. #10.

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Howard Savage 05 January 2016

The eyes are like the mind, they can plat tricks on us. Greet poem.

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Michael Morgan 16 June 2013

cantish rot; what a smug, self-righteous poem. And an artful lie. MM

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Kevin Patrick 16 June 2013

I have one of those two, were not born with the families we choose but we can live with the families we want

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