The Liars Living Life Lay Dead

The liars living life lay dead
And damned, dark deeds destruction bred
Their caskets coldly carried casks
Of cold, uncaring cryptic cries.

Some knew him not but loved the lust
That lingered, losing loathesome trust,
Their corpses carried coldly thought
Of all the 'love' within their lies.

He hearkened harm and heard, half deaf
From hate that lingered as he left,
The death induced by his cold hands
Brought air of agony to the skies.

He was 'loved', yet hated still,
Their 'love' made many more to kill,
Their lust called 'love' a lucid light
Of darkness, drawing deadly night.
He then endeavored, drowning deep
In blood the dead had failed to keep,
A soul un'loved' and hated still
Now nothing 'loves' and never will.

All damned distrustful darkness drowned
As light destroyed the 'love' he found,
All 'love' and hate forever lost
In pain and sorrow, at the cost
Of losing all the lust he loathed,
And never was he thus entrothed
In question, cruelly killing all
The liars living life at all.