Truth has been broken
In a delayed rhythm
In the light of dusk
For the unsaid reason.
Lies are becoming
The shadows of truth
As truth has been coloured
To make it smooth.
Religion is tuned
By the unseen hands
From the hole of dark
Of the power and monetary stands.
We praised Truth
But like a misty moon
It becomes unrevealed
As it has tuned.
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