Proof.
On whom does this burden lie?
I have all Truth,
Shouldn\'t you take a try?
Everyone at anytime borrows our ideas;
We have the author on our side.
So try, please, talk; make your fiat.
In all your truth, riddled with lies,
You\'ll never be satisfied.
If you seek and cannot find,
You\'re mining in the wrong old mine,
But in my mind, wonder grows,
For all the things it needs to know
are all one simple ask away.
Proof.
What need I stand to prove?
My life stands testament to the Truth,
And in your soul, you know it too.
So please, just take me as your proof,
And step forever into Truth.