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