On Lies Now Known

Our lies, they would rather not 
Be seen by the prying eyes 
These lies they burn red and hot
Yet hide in the night’s dark guise

They hide in the plots we make 
They nest like the coiling snake
They fest in the illest will
They pounce with the venging thrill

Your lies I cannot abide
Now seen by all, wide and far 
No more can they twist and hide
I know you for what you are.