The lie that you are
You hide it so well
Under the silver light
Behind the knowing glance
Words on a page
Making fast the trap
The pretence of involvment
You attract
You ensnare
You deceive
Saying one thing
Doing another
And all the while
Stirring the pot
And standing back
To smell like a rose
United with a worm
No more will your thorn burrow
No more will your worm infect
With the strength of truth
By the gift of grace
I know what you are
I pity you
I know where you are headed
Saved from your lies
I have only to forget
