Sonnet: The Liar's Fate

O' tongue that speaketh of no truth but lies;
Thou pierce the hearts with pain; people stricken
For every reason thy mouth testifies,
Thy deed maketh thy heart somber, frozen.
Hither thou create, yes, so small a lie.
Thither thy lie waxeth and succumb'th thee.
'Til thither's no more of thy soul to die
but given trust. Pureness will no more be
and thou wilt expect riddles from thy friends.
Yet they wist thy credibility is
Non-existent, and thy amity ends.
Repent thy shadowy deeds; and the bliss
will be offered by thy God; thou shalt gain
honor again. Thou shalt be free from bane.