mystifier
I never knew when I learnt to lie
Maybe some days before when the days were dry
Gradually perfecting and deceiving on the fly
To make a lie a truth, there's no need to cry
Coz all the lie needs is a truth too high
It would be a day when the sun threatened not to shine
When I wouldn't lie and snatch away what is really not mine
On one hand I offer part of the loot
And on another I pray to the Lord of the shrine
Hoping He would make a better liar of whosoever is next in line
Who would then stand for all the liars, armed with a huge lie
Which be said in such a manner it need no truth to justify
His lie easily to those who ask why
God only favored those who learnt to lie
Being the best he shot back with a quick reply
That God had threatened him in case he failed to lie
The world would be in darkness with no sun in the sky
Till no one is able to survive no matter however much they try
Thus the jury judged the liar of telling a lie
As being guilty for not sharing the quality to mystify
All of them and other honest people who didn't learn to lie
- diabolic preacher