Lies, deceit, treating others badly. That is the world we live in. Having a strong sense of discernment is a paradoxical condition, especially when someone lies to me while believing that I'm clueless enough to believe their lie.
Trust then verify.
I take that back; I stopped trusting a long time ago. Now, it's all about verifying. Only using my time wisely when the person is a practiced, highly skilled liar, to verify.
Although when people lie to me, their flowery words, smoke screen Christian declarations are just noise. Their body language, verbiage in print or in speech gives them away every time. Being only human, imperfect, I won't wear a cross or hang one anywhere. People's actions, the way they conduct business, caring so much about gain, attempts to get over on others, sticking it to them just because they can.
Having the experience of being told a pack of lies, recently, it actually made me laugh.
My beloved maternal grandfather told me a handful of times to watch how a person's actions are regarding money. He told me that a person who lies about money, who manipulates others to get money or uses it to manipulate others speaks volumes about their integrity or lack of.
Furthermore, he said that if a person is untruthful about money, they are also untruthful in many aspects of how they treat their fellow humans.
Liars as well as lies are a cancer that erodes humanity. Eventually, the devils do reap as they have sown.
Sometimes, we get to witness it.
Pop the popcorn, take a seat!
Whom do you trust
Whom do you respect
Who is worthy of it
Who will you protect
The world is full of demons
With a being Christian smoke screen
Their ruse is like cherries are lemons
Rarely virtuous as they seem
Organized religion is the perfect cover
To lay out a believable snare
Words flow out of their mouths
Saying that they care
Truth being told in public
In truth it's only lies
Demons wearing crosses
Too late victims realize
Churches are only wood only stone
Lacking the magic people think
Sitting in a barn won't turn one into a horse
When one's morals are so low they stink
The times we mortals are living in
Are perilous to a tender heart
Battered then bruised so badly
Trust is shattered to break it apart
Be true to yourself trusting no one
To keep your tender heart from the fall
Wait patiently until the evil liars
Find that karma is real after all
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