The truth might hurt, but lies…lies could kill.

Lies were like a thief in the night, cloaked in stealth.

They waited for the perfect opportunity to pounce, slit the liar’s throat, and punish him or her for their sins and grievances. It seemed that no matter where a liar ran, to whom they ran , or how they tried to clean up their act…lies waited, leering and gleeful, to exact their pound of flesh. Lies always made the liar constantly look over his or her shoulder, paranoid and restless; even when liars thought they were safe, they weren’t.