Skilled liars play with the truth,
Using words that disguise true intent,
Destruction is all around them,
Its dust obscures any glimpse of truth,
Reason doesn’t even get a glance.
Wait – their fate is assured,
God is coming down like a ton of bricks,
Smashing their glass houses,
They will disappear into nothing,
Futility is the battle they chose,
Because God’s hand is sure and strong,
With little tolerance of poisoned tongues,
Their fate is already set,
God doesn’t forget what is done to the least,
Promise is waiting for those who seek truth.