The truth about the truth
is that it\'s a world on its own
whose nakedness we might never know
and whose hidden scars may never heal,
for it\'s cursive contortions dance
off the very tip, of a sharp knife\'s blade
scribed for the ears\' auricles
It contrasts that easily believable truth
whose libra weighs profits
lives and vaccines
That truth that birthed the three worlds
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The peddlers of this truth
preach socialism to the poor
yet they die rich, whilst the homeless die
seeking a land of refuge
See, the gospel truth the savior died for
was painted different a color
like they did the shade of his skin
Salvation traded today for elusive prosperities
from pulpit altars of glittered deceit
This truth does not free, it enslaves -
enslaves even it\'s own storyteller
Sadly, where the real truth lives
it\'s now the poor who further deprive the poor
depravity traits learned, from ageless
dusty pits of parched wells
whence the self-serving placed them
in scarcity, each man living for himself
inclinations long taught by chains
accepting apologies them never gave
wealth drained, masquerading a guilt redemption
as reparations and world aid
The truth about the peddled truth
is that none of it, was ever
true at all - The uncomfortable,
real truth, seeks no favor
will leave many dumbfounded
and has to offend the vain