Every Liar Prays: Aren’t We All?

Time is my Ludo
I don't like Chess
I like ludo
Yet I hate time
Call time my cars
Save time for hours
I am rolling in my wits
You can't hold me in my hills
Cat-walking is my skill
Rat-mopping is my zeal
Dance-hopping is a big deal
A big deal in my huge seal
Laying in my bed would do me no good
Laying my bed would trim down no boots
Lying will marry me to skies
Skies are kind; skies are kind to love me
There are times when I type
There are types of giants
Gyms sing hymns in limbs
I'm walking up to Toronto to thaw my raw wars
So help me God

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Time and truth