If you seek truth then your woes are missed,
The beginning of words is at an end;
Shadowy truth beguiles you as you turn
The truth into perishment, only hearing us.
When we accuse others of forenames that hurt
The surname attached is resembling a picture
Inside the body, only you say this.
Long distances the blood travels for your help,
But studies into this reveal your history.
If the truth bargains for you, then listen
To the truth of some who say no lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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