Truth are not gilded around layers of refulgent bars of gold
Neither are they shrouded round of endearing smiles
Blackened and tarred truths have
Besieged human's army in battlefields
And defeat is not a mirage,
Impending to come about
Truths about our feet
Truths of which thou must dance in trace of them.
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