Many wear the robes of truth
Yet don the liar’s mask
To strip them to their inner heart
Is my appointed task.
No humble beg, no pity’s tear
Shall sway the verdict’s blow
And when they fall, and they will fall
Their wicked harm they’ll know!
So if you use in daily life
The bulk of Satan’s wile
Know that you will ne’er escape
Your fated end so vile.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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