the lieA Poem by the good news and badits a lie
The Lie
Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood, Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie ... © 2012 the good news and badAuthor's Note
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