The rhythm of a lie is always disjointed, a clumsy pivot that misses the beat of the truth entirely.
A reading from Psalms 35:11
False witnesses did rise up; they laid to my charge {things} that I knew not. {False...: Heb. Witnesses of wrong} {they...: Heb. they asked me}
— Psalms 35:11 (en_kjv)
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False witnesses did rise up.