A lithograph of Lies

I write a lithograph of lies.

Stone tablets.

The language of broken rules.

To chisel faces of stone emotion.

Chip at the grain with hardened steel

Until sparks fly.

To anger the mind.

To light flame to mountainside brush.

To scorch the lips of the faithful.

Until flame sparks tender

On the lips

To burn down the page.

Identity

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