No lie you would tell
Can be enough to quell
What is true
I'm searching for treasures
some think are lost
And I'm discovering them
no matter the cost
I'm telling you what's out there
And it'll have the devils scared
No lie you have sold
Is worth as much as gold
Much of what you say
Will never be okay
Nothing you have done
Will never have become
What I know to be true
Temples were destroyed
Stole a cultures joy
You may not know the importance
of such a thing
There's a punishment set against
you for the crimes you bring
As a matter of fact i think it counts
With every little act
As a matter of proof it's in the word
Of the book of truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
succinct and poetic about the problem of liars feeling like they have successfully deceived