Shape of Truth
Facts are born from nature
Facts are man-made
Facts are created everyday
molding a world of order and peace
But one day,
opinions invaded that world
synthesizing the "big bang"
of arguments, debates, and confusion
Many mirrors on microphones
bend the light of truths
and blind the crowd into myths
Facts hide in the shadows
waiting for revolution day
People who ally with facts
and entities wanting truth
try finding the brightest light possible
by going through a maze
the size of a nation
and no one is out of there yet
Copyright © Vermillion Scythe | Year Posted 2017
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