Falsehood

The jig is up; you've had your fun
The game is over; your enemy has won
It's time to turn and face the facts:
The things you've earned will break your back.
Raise your eyes and look around;
Don't be surprised at what you've found.
A prison for yourself you've made;
You've lost the key; you've thrown it away.
Don't put the blame on someone else
Your own hand is what you've dealt.
Play your cards, and play them well,
Or you might find that you're in hell.
One that you yourself created:
drawn up, built, and finally hated.
Rattle the cage you've locked yourself in,
A trap made of overconfident sin.
Don't even consider attempts to escape;
You have decided your own gruesome fate--
You'll rot in your cell till the hour you die,
And then realize it started with one
little
lie.