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Unused Quill May 2014
I cannot tell a lie,
I will not tell a lie.
Oh that last one was a lie.

One exception does exist,
One that supersedes my morals.
One that come that moment I shall not resist.

If a person of whom I hold dearly,
Lay before me on their deathbed.
And was by deaths arms ever so nearly.

I would lie.

I would tell the greatest lie of all,
It will be ok,
Heaven exists,
You're doing great,
A bad person? No you're a saint!

And as their final moment is nearing,
I will stick to this lie.
As the time approaches with death being what they are fearing,
I will lie.

And it will be the most genuine and sincere lie ever told,
The one lie that will never get old.

That's the truth...
I  hate lies and dishonesty, the closest i come to lying is when making a joke.

As such I have always wondered when, if ever, it's ok to lie.

My conclusion was that should someone I love or care for dearly were to be on their deathbed, if a lie would bring them comfort, I would do so.

Is that still a justifiable reason or time to lie? I believe so clearly however that is my opinion and such a thing is debatable. Ideally one should never lie but that would be the one time I will concede my morals and ethics and tell a lie.
Anonymous Apr 2014
I am the voice in your head
I can tell you how to do things
Right or wrong
All according to whim.

Sometimes righteous
Occasionally evil
My voice lends to the aural
What your soul intends to do.

You intone with me
As I speak
In the same way
Your consciousness never sleeps.

So what's the question
Or what's the game
As you know full well
I am ready to play.
Anonymous Apr 2014
Some and not others whipsaw crazy headlights gleaming not in the right but swerves heavy to the left and cackles it's ok, it's alright. Grackly hands descend from ahigh to grasp a young cheek and laugh why. Too-bright lights and too-harsh smiles carry us into the future for days and miles. Brought up on too much salt and too much sugar they burn like moth gods and they die in droves. Speciel endization is all in the lighting, the moisture content and land levels. Look at the moon and say it isn't true; it's mocking us yet awaiting you.

She was born at zero and waited seven years to be a hero and the story is that instead of dying she pushed all the red buttons and got to flying. Mars was on the loom so she needed extra room for all the food and water. She arrived at age eight and a galactic hero, to be everyone's daughter but eventually just a genetic *** barrel.

Because the farther we go
The farther we are.
But the further we go
The further we are.

— The End —