Truth
Maim the drums of Truth
And sear callous palms
To beat the congas of Lie:
Yet, Truth will make its sound
Tear; mutilate the psalms of Truth
And renew the muse of the bards
To publish the proverbs of Lie:
Still, Truth will be read
Exile; ostracize Truth to distant lands
And prepare the thorn-throne
To crown Lie the king:
Soon, Truth will be enthroned
Mask; conceal the visage of Truth
And array the countenance
To unveil the beauty of Lie:
With the veil, Truth will prevail
Imprison; confine that man called Truth
And give freedom-feathers
To that man called Lie to fly:
Surely, Truth will still soar
Mute; silence the chorus of Truth
And mobilise angelic voices
To sing the anthem of Lie aloud:
The music of Truth will endure
Lie may endure for a millenium
Truth resurrects in milliseconds
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