"...Never make a
pretty woman (the lie) your wife."
Truth , light as a feather...
outweighs every lie.
Shadows,
heavy with fear and uncertainty,
dragging led feet.
You thought, you think you did, you acted.
Invited. Truth knows you.
But you sit
at that table there
dressed in lies and deceit.
Plastic and wind
is all you will get to eat.
Come to My table
won't cost you a thing.
paying with lies? Come naked,
I'll give you a drink.
I'll fill up your stomach
We'll talk, laugh and cry
When you leave here,
You won't want to ...
You'll be
Dressed in My Light.
iskra
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