Oh, you can't run away from the truth forever,
It may seem small for you when you're in power,
and maybe you think you can keep it in silence,
But it will come back to hunt you like a hunter!
Oh, even you may have big empire and imperium,
But you can't coverup the tiny truth's skeleton,
Nor can you stop this child from running wild,
Even with the force of your kingly squadron!
And that petite truth will grow up, like a monster,
To come after you in your comforting slumber,
And terrifies you, jumping suddenly here and there,
From every direction, walls and corner!
Contrast to the truth, lie shines only on outward,
Easily fools the powerful to bow to its spellbound,
But this con thief drop you beneath all the gutters,
When you're in need and stood on the trial!
It's a lesson to learn even you hold the mighty crown,
Not to believe lie as to be your secure ground,
Nor to think ever that truth is so tiny and perilous,
So that you could silence its scream and tears!
Watch out for lie; it will ask from you more and more,
But the truth is to accomplish, and to make sure,
Lie bankrupts you by all means: your sweat and treasure,
When people's confidence cast doubt on your moral!
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