Dishonesty.

I wonder why.
They choose the words they say.
Why they twist their image.
In every way.
How they bend reality.
To suit their need.
Behind dark corners.
Hide their deeds.
They make you out.
To be the enemy.
While your words.
Draw truth to reality.
Like a snake.
They spit venom.
Towards your direction.
With timing perfection.
When you've no protection.
You'll be reduced in standing.
Mocked, then scorned.
Cast to drift.
Then between friends.
Build a wall.
They've no compass.
Pointing a moral path.
But in time they're empty.
When the lies come to pass.
But under scrutiny.
The accusations will fade.
Try they must.
To make you look fake.
But be proud. Stand tall.
They have the bed they made.
After all they are the ones.
Through their lies.
They must wade.

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