Freedom of Truth
Thursday, October 28,2011 - 1: 23PM
Truth is a brute
Neither hollow nor shallow
It is always the way
If you know it; or not
To follow
Truth is what is
Neither altered nor tempered
It is bliss
If you know it
Truth simply is
For it is
Neither tilted, filtered nor stilted
It is rigid and frigid
Neither caring nor daring
And all that we hold dear
Naught but vanity
With which we ourselves adorn
Which; with time gets tarnished
And our smiles
Full of wiles, dry as tiles
Are vile as bile
But what is the cost
To ensure joy is not lost?
Oh! What it is
To know that secret
Of truth
For truth is just
And will set you free.
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