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A dishonest liar even distorts truth to still try to honestly love.
Love is honesty and dishonesty waiting to be recombined.
Aligned into a blind balance within God, undistorted to find.
Created dishonesty is burning away and distorting your soul.
Real dishonesty is only not ever knowing the fullness of love.
Reaching out from its distortion is the impurity of your ego.
Holding hands with love for a short while today yet still astray.
Knowing how to be falsely artificially insincerely still distorted,
acting in a dishonestly truer untruly crooked old unsorted way.
Love blowing fully past all recreates the real honesty of truth,
in the untold ending of unfolding lost creation as its real proof.
Questioning truth questions the last forgotten unsupported lie.
Stretching truth right past our true self is to only too slowly die.
I am a fibbing liar often only speaking to distort the hidden truth.
Confused lost truth becomes now a truly genuinely distorted lie.
Good liars can still speak truth in the loudest of distorted sad lies.
True truth never distorts in hard lies, as quietly with love it replies.
Truth & honesty walk hand in hand within God's love, not so odd.
Distortion is lost in the shove of its falseness into its dark shadow.
Dishonesty is unnoticed as a truth left too distorted to be followed.
Hollowed out from love, honesty comes forth undistorted from God.
Distorted garbled messages dishonestly not given out now straight,
remain twisted & disfigured reminders of our withheld whole love.
Relinquishing the hold that we hold on our distorted partial views,
creates new freedom from distortion & new clarity when we choose.
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A dishonest liar even distorts truth to still try to honestly love.
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