The Pawn

I’ll tell you what’s inside
The hatred that’s in me
For vicious, stupid lies

Is not the liar who I hate
Is the words; the false
The ones making no sense at all

The words that kill and hurt
By the ones who are so blind
Oblivious to the pain they cause inside

Those words that rise
By power of their fear and pride
The mask where their true self hides

I feel sorry for the liar; a pawn is he
To the Father of Lies
In his game of false belief

That in these lies
He can safely abide
That in them there is real life

He deceives himself no other one
Hiding continually behind the mask
He’s a marionette of the evil one

Until the truth lights in him
Of how used he has been
Of the pain that he’s causing within

Then there will be true repentance
Before the King
Jesus the forgiver of all deceit

It is then when the mask comes off
True self will be restored
Truth will deliver and save this pawn

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Poetry ©Y.R.