A lie is dead, when truth unfold. But truth is neither - warm nor cold. It only rest, for those who quest, and with form ... it manifest.
The truth is sad, sometimes its fun, it weighs an ounce, sometimes a ton.
Reveals in time, for it won't rush. But yet its weight, was meant to crush, and lips that lie, it quickly hush.
When truth is told, this might sound bold, it still has strength when it gets old.
When truth is deep, eyes wiil weep; the heart will sink, and tears will leap, and what you sow, is what you reap.
When lies are made, they run for shade, when burning truth ... throws its parade.
When truth is told, it will not fold, it shines so bright, and good as gold.
But its not meant ... to cost a cent ~~~ though hell and back ... it may have went.
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