Truth devours, those hearts not devoted
To their masters of supreme material....
Truth is didactic to those who desire,
Acting like a dextrose......
Truth is a diadem in a human's life...
As delicate as it can be............
Once touched with a hard hurt,
Broken it is..
It is one to be decorated in life
Not destroyed or denied of rights....
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