Bones of Truth
Ashes fly in the hurling winds of Lie, scatter and melt.
The fire has burnt the meat of Justice, the bones of Truth
As if they never existed or they were never felt.
On the ruined relics, Lie springs like a newly rooted tooth.
The bones of Truth are now burnt in fire or buried under
The black quicksand of Treachery. In this time, who would dare
To reinvent them eluding the strikes of roaring thunder?
Heroes are rare these days, really, very very rare.
Where are the mighty swords of Bravery, the shields of Will
That once valiantly slaughtered those debased fiends of Lie?
Bring these armories back, Let the Heroes defeat Evil
For truths may remain hidden but Truths never, never die.
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