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~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Truth and Consequences
You’re called the Lie-Smith
But You’ve been the one Who
Keeps me Truthful and on track like no one else
Each little lie I tell myself
You force me to see,
Crawling on my tongue like a corpse covered in maggots
You push me to speak the truth
A burning in the back of my mind
Till my lips open and the God on my tongue lets fly
You make me go easy on myself
When I really just want to flay my soul
Holding me back with a look or a word
Every time I want to be silent
When it would be convenient or not cause trouble
There You are, prompting me to speak
So I raise my Voice, Loki
In all its forms
And thank You.
© Sarenth Odinsson