living the lie

The beauty of a lie,
Is in its simplicity.
The act of meaning one,
And saying another.
It leaves all in the dark,
With one kept in the light.
Masking true intention,
Hiding deep inside.
The planning of a lie,
Must go off without,
So much as a lean,
Towards the right direction.
Intent must be true,
Desire must never waver.
A lie is a lie is a lie,
As night differs from day.
True intent to deceive,
Caring not for the plight,
Of another caring soul.
Pain inflicted need not factor,
Into the execution
And delivery of the fatal blow.
Then outcome of this,
Is never one to hold highly.
Friends are lost, enemies found,
And in the end no good
Will ever be made.