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Lie Flung Back


~LIE~

----"1. a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth; a falsehood. Synonyms: prevarication, falsification. Antonyms: truth.
2. something intended or serving to convey a false impression; imposture: His flashy car was a lie that deceived no one.
3. an inaccurate or false statement; a falsehood.
4. the charge or accusation of telling a lie: "He flung the lie back at his accusers."----

How appropriate that the last part of the definition above has as an example that is of precisely what I am doing and shall do to those deceiving Me.

(What if you're deceiving yourself, Scribbler?)

Then I shall fling it back at Me, and, the way I dance, the truth shall be revealed.

I've done this, I know the truth, I'm just waiting for the confession.

The truth is known without knowing by Me. It took me some time to see that I was dancing backwards, therefore the echo was coming in the same manner. I am now quite good at reading things forward as they're coming in backwards.

I say this as a caution to those who think I'm clueless. I am not.

(What if-)

I'm not. The time will come, the day will enter to the suns illumination. The only question, where will the liars be, within earshot, near enough to see their regret, near enough to sense mine? Will they be far enough away to miss the echo of my truth's arrival? God I hope not, for if they are too distant, or too full of their own miscalculations to notice, they'll have been sightless to what's within Me and deaf to the truth.

(What if you're the one that is blind to what has you?)

Then I certainly hope and pray to God that all others are prepared for me to greet them.

(Silence...)

Fret not, spirit, all is forgiven in the never-end, it will be our dance that brings Me to seek your regret, after that, my sacred duty is to forgive.

(What if you are the only one with regret?)

Then the dance is on Me, and I am Forgiveness and Kindness, and Peace. I am. . It's a win win, inquisitive spirit. Shall We?

(I don't think I'm ready.)

Yes you are.

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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