Come now those who would seek wisdom,
Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple,
Who have faith in Truth and Nature,
Who believe that in all ages
Every human heart is human,
Every mortal is but mortal,
Every promise may be broken,
Every gift is but a token,
Hear my song of Liarwatha.

So what happens next?

What answers does the poet offer?

Was it because he has no answers to give he stopped there?

In any case, brilliant, and best wishes to the author.