Truth: the Forgotten Corpse In War
Before any thunder and lightning from man is dealt
Before any storm reaching passed the sea to ring the knell
Truth’s dead soul pierces through clouds like moonlight to be felt
A forgotten corpse wasting away in a forest’s well
Guarded by armies of trees that storms have defaced
A forgotten corpse for all consuming birds to smell
Truth’s memorial will outlive kingdoms which will waste
A sea that consumes kingdoms built from sand like Saudi
Which any child on the beach’s large body will taste
Bullets ripping skin apart on Adam’s body
Truth pouring out like red blood shedding tears
Raining on the field’s grass to be seen by somebody
Monarchs dressed in soft and costly clothes blind from beers
Blinded by amber to the truth being death’s firstborn
Screaming and wailing but no monarch even hears
In heaven where not any lightning or thunder is born
Before any thunder and lightning from man is dealt
The angel Armozel accepts Truth his son with no bourn
Truth’s dead soul pierces through clouds like moonlight to be felt
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