True Truth's Injuries
Soft is Truth if spoken by itself,
but hard if it chases the lie,
it nails,
but it's not metal, neither heat nor beating softens it.
Don't bend the Truth to split the gains.
Keep talking the Truth and treat your injuries,
the harm to them hurts more,
hear it....
it is sounds that wounds do,
look down on them,
even if you have to raise your head.
Don't step though on them,
just hear... listen from time to time.... that's how it feels.
The only true being on earth,
could only sustain on the cross,
His injuries of metallic nails, for the eternal Truth.
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