God

White lies?

Yes, ought to be.

They were not red.

You did not kill them, I know.

You just deceived them to death.

White enough.

White lies?

Yes, ought to be.

They were not black, I know.

You did not paint the letter with dark fibs.

You just sent it blank and left me sobbing.

Abominably white enough.

White lies?

Yes, ought to be.

They were not purple, I know.

White robe instead.

Anti-Christ they were.

Ravaging white.

Don't worry.

You are affluent and God trusts you.

No assistance of God,

is punished for these little sins.

I will drink a modicum potion of Death, yet again

to please you

and, leave the squalid taciturn on your doorsteps.

A present for your-

White lies and little sins.