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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Truth shall let out When I gave the world my heart A lesson leant Love is nothing but lust, Tow plus two are ten Sky is nought but down, My eyes open to the world All I said is truth; Now I have grown old I see meta you, But my soul is on errand To give the world the lie, He is immortal, If one raise hand upon him, he's like Water that is without a scar; He would give entire lie Since I need must die, The truth shall let out, SOUL, go give the lie, Flesh is nought but dust; Adventure in life is market Tell church of the ONE That sees all, Tell mosque they both are one And remind them of the hell, The good own the zion Tell security forces of protection, They are the people's lung, Bribery is an abomination; Corruption lead to degradation If they reply with lie Give them the lie Tell politicians to protect their Name by finding a way to do with their Kleptomania fingers, Their country must rise If they could reply You must give the lie Tell court of injustice, fact Is their warrant, They are the people's hut, They should not let them hurt Tell the world love exist, They are neglecting obvious truth Tell broken heart To find one else heart To heal one owns heart If they reply with lie You must give entire lie Tell hatred he's a false, Once he cannot confront the truth, To let the world see his ugly face Oh! A huge pity, in his presence the truth Shall rise Tell vultures of their lost, Their time will soon lost In elusive word of prospect Tell writers their pen is but sword, The magic in their hand, Helping the world in hand; A sword without blood Tell poets they are but mirror Tell poetry she is but ideal of the mirror, They both make the world a bright, They both are great If they could reply You must give them the lie Once you have fulfilled my want, You can then have a rest, For the scar you have left Is interminable in their heart.
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