– Charles Williams, “Descent into Hell”
All Hell is smaller than one pebble of your earthly world….
– C. S. Lewis, “The Great Divorce”
Little House of Lies
(c) 2012 Jon Trott
The two-minded noises dribble from your mouth (I don’t care)
The true-hearted tears run down her face but you are not there
I see the wounded children that you had with her
From what you said was a lasting life-long embrace
But now you turn away, change your second mind
You are your own little crowd of blind leading the blind
Howzit feel, babe, as you flush love down?
I’ve heard your rationale like a car honk from a clown (circus in town!)
Yeah, I’m angry, and frightened for your soul
Your integrity won’t live if you stay down in that hole
That you dug with the shallow shovel to historically revise
The dance of disconnected facts – leaves out truth – soon dies
All that’s left is your little house of lies…
Gaslighting her with the quiet voice that trumps her screams
You redefine your life to match your narcissistic dreams
God was a tool for you but now he’s an option set aside
Marriage was a shelter true but God gave you the wrong bride
Her eyes are filled with pain and she clings to what you left
Love’s a rope of definition that you unravel oh so deft
Your reflection is direction enough to revoke the promise
Your self-deception, resection reality to ignore the abyss
Yeah, I’m angry, and frightened for your soul
Your integrity won’t live if you stay down in that hole
That you dug with the shallow shovel to historically revise
The dance of disconnected facts – leaves out truth – soon dies
All that’s left is your little house of lies…
I know I should forgive you but I see her heart is drowning
Your God-words fail, the Lying Father you are crowning
I know I should forgive you I watch damage being done
The children’s eyes know all and the bitterness begun
And the story you make love to is salvation in reverse
What Jesus did upon the cross trade back to kiss the curse
At last my way past anger please don’t die without his grace
People of the Lie chaotic, last sub-atomic space
Your little house of lies (All that’s left is…)
Your little house of lies (Hell is)
Your little house of lies
Too small, baby, and I don’t mean maybe
Too small, baby, and I don’t mean maybe
for love
for love
for the truth in love
for love
Return.
