The Truth Will Out

Be quite careful what you wish for

When cruel masquerade’s at the core;

For you just might have it granted,

To find despair wailed and ranted.

For karma is a constant bitch

Thrusting from palace to the ditch.

And evil deeds return to haunt;

Fat smirking faces soon turn gaunt.

Liars and players accuse first,

Turning words of innocence cursed;

Macabre games of soul dead creatures

Who have no redeeming features.

But honesty’s its own reward

That dissembling can ne’er afford.

And so one day the truth will out,

Shaking from blinded eyes all doubt.

And deception’s proud cloak will tear

To lay the rank putrid filth bare

Of malicious lying pretense

That withers in truth’s light intense.