{"id":8602,"date":"2015-06-13T13:49:15","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:49:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=8602"},"modified":"2015-06-13T13:49:15","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:49:15","slug":"liar-cheater-heathen-hour-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/liar-cheater-heathen-hour-5\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Liar, Cheater, Heathen&#8221; (Hour 5)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Liar, cheater, heathen,<br \/>\nare the only words they&#8217;re breathing,<br \/>\nwhile the laws are so deceiving,<br \/>\nthinking it will be relieving,<br \/>\nto continue believing our old ways,<br \/>\neven if it was all just a phase,<br \/>\ngiven to us by ones<br \/>\nfollowing some strange craze,<br \/>\nbut these are the days we live in.<br \/>\nAn oppression of the imperial power,<br \/>\nputting one more flower on their grave,<br \/>\nyet continue with their rave,<br \/>\nonly standing with one more foot in the grave,<br \/>\nmindlessly popping more pills,<br \/>\nthen hills they had traveled,<br \/>\nbaffled by the amazement,<br \/>\ngiven by these pills,<br \/>\nthey ignore the worry and chills,<br \/>\nno expectations to acknowledge,<br \/>\nwhen none are going near college.<br \/>\nLiar, cheater, heathen,<br \/>\nare the only words I want<br \/>\nto hear them breathing,<br \/>\neven though their laws are deceiving,<br \/>\nI find their words relieving,<br \/>\nthe truth that they&#8217;re speaking,<br \/>\ncalming yet relieving,<br \/>\nI see how reality can be deceiving,<br \/>\nhopeless without meaning.<br \/>\nSo they changed their wills,<br \/>\nbegan with popping pills,<br \/>\nspending late nights hiding in the mills,<br \/>\nthese were the greatest thrills<br \/>\nof their lives. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Liar, cheater, heathen, are the only words they&#8217;re breathing, while the laws are so deceiving, thinking it will be relieving, to continue believing our old ways, even if it was all just a phase, given to us by ones following some strange craze, but these&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":644,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8602","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8602","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/644"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8602"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8602\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8609,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8602\/revisions\/8609"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8602"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8602"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8602"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}