Poetry

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When i fail to tell the truth,my lies will fall
like chimney soot,truth is never up for rent,it is
always heaven sent,lies are from way down below,
that do satan surely know,the truth with lies will not grow,truth is straight it's never bent,lies can choke their very own self,when told within a room,brush them out with truth'snew broom,repent
of them very soon satan have a big bad room,he makes them there all made up,mixed and matched till
they'reshown up,no lie is ever heaven sent,satan fell and cant repent,truth will lead to where the
just will go,for THE LORD HIMSELF IS TRUTH,I KNOW
MAY GOD GRANT IT SO.
Joe.

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