The noose of falsehood
Is mercilessly reigning this time,
The mark of truth has no place
In this polluted realm,
It's the grievous situation indeed,
But truth is neither helpless
Nor hopeless at all,
It has its sacred power within,
It shines in its own way,
That's extremely prolific,
The noose of falsehood reigns
At the superficial level only,
It can not ultimately pierce the holy wall of truth,
This is a proven fact........
You must know.
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