To Teach With Its Own Direct Lessons Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

As long as people have been enforced to perceive,
That the truth as they know it to be...
Is a manmade 'commodity'.
And 'not' through daily meditation,
And constant prayer...
To be spiritually received,
To witness with no doubting it to be believed...
The concept of truth,
Will always be thought of as easily deceived.
By those using the repetition of a tested innocence.

Until truth affects to expose those suspect,
That it has no defects to get 'real' confessions...
From the ones being haunted with no peace of mind.
Or rest to suppress it with none to find.
To discover the truth in its own time to ALL,
Comes to teach with its own direct lessons.
And only 'then' will truth be revealed,
Out from the mouths of those to be disclosed...
Who did their best and with great effort,
To keep it concealed as lives were ruin and disposed.

'Why can't you just keep it.
After crumbling many lives from the telling of lies.
Just keep it.
Since you know,
Nothing can mend what's been broken back then.
Just keep it.
After crumbling many lives from the telling of lies.
Just keep it.
Keep it.
Keep it.
Keep it.
Why can't you just keep it.
After crumbling many lives from the telling of lies.
Just keep it.
Since you know,
Nothing can mend what's been broken back then.
Just keep it.
After crumbling many lives from the telling of lies.
Just keep it.
Keep it.
Keep it.
Keep it.
Why can't you just keep it.
Keep it.
Keep it.
Keep it...
And disappear! '