Many Things Forgotten

There are many things he has forgot,
Some he has stated, some he has not,
His lies especially have quickly come
The lies were copies, all were dumb.
These lies he sent were so defiled
Like the excrement from a child.
They all smelled bad and were so vile
Yet each one he told with a smile.

Among these lies he loved to ride,
With the Hate alone by your side
When caught in the lies he held fast
As a retarded onion looking aghast
When liar’s eyes show no regretful tears
It’s obvious he has done this for years;
And shadows of things that will never flee
Dance weird red, flickering in words of glee.

His words of lies will vanish soon
Like the unseen shadows at noon.
The lies will insure in this stupid game
His name will be snuffed like a dying flame.
The home of his childhood and the haunts of his prime
Will all be embarrassed by the shame of his time.
No one will know his words were lies
Except the one who judges and tries.