Do not lie to me
With the face of a God
Yet the tongue of a demon.
Lest, in face, I perceive
My wound as the mercy of
A Dagger of Truth

Nay, do not lie.

For with that mark I'd lie bleeding
Ignorant of your
slice
A piercing
Your knife still in my lungs
a Serpent's sword
It is not fair.

In a lie I'll die a thousand lingering deaths
And never feel a pain

With a truth I am wounded until my body
Heals me, to rise again

So do not give me a lie.

Hurt me

And allow me to live