WHEN YOU LIE —————
When you lie, our sky darkens
And always endlessly escapes
Then our hearts are freezing
If this for it are you waiting ?
When you lie to deceive
Someone or own yourself
You become a climbing weed
You delete and will be deleted
The fate of a liar is cruel
Transient success is only possible
No one then will want you to believe
And they’ll want you to kill
Like parasites or like vermin
You in yourself won’t believe
Do you know weight non-being to feel ?
What you feel, man, when you lie ?
Wheter it is anxiety or shyness
Pity, joy, of gain desire
Anger, lust, relief of retaliation
Curiosity about experiment
Desire to be quite different ?
All these are roots and vives
Flowers, fruit and seeds
Medicines and cosmetics
From the same poissonous weed
From the same yours,man, lie
This lie can entrall
All the beatiful garden
Parks, arable fields
Climbing trees with lianas
As persistent propaganda
A lie can often to be
Advertising, a decoration
Temples, courts, offices
But also weddings ,toys children’s
And ,of course shops, any extras
A lie can also be a filler
Of careers and scientific research
A lie feels good in politics
A lie feels good in human rights
Hapily are thre beauty forces
Truth, Freedom and Love
A lie will not destroy their power
They may be ill, fractured
Because you may a lot suffer
Because of liars multitudes
Almost destroyed, devastated
But God Superior Equilibrum
Always will save them, heal
Even with a touch light
Even with a push slight
This is irrevesibly effective
Not revocable, unavoidable !
So throw your lies rags or clothes
For moment state naked, defenseless
When you feel the chill of world
Independent, cause and effect
Don’t run away, to it used get
With the power Truth, Freedom and Love
In our world Beauty you build
Of yourself add a brick
Search for men like you
Avoid liars and fools
Be God’s a helper
His adversary never
Don’t use a lie
Be closer to sky
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I have lived in Poland since I was born. I am a graduate of the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, Psychology.
I worked as a psychologist with children and adolescents. Now she works with terminally ill people. For years he has been painting pictures, composing music and above all writing. I write poems, short stories, essays and fairy tales for children