The world is filled with the clucking
of people who copy what they see
and proclaim it perfectly pure.

But the revolution will be a reckoning
and the fulfillment of the prophecy
they preach. Love will win the day.

And, make no mistake: the truth will stand.
Still, all will see author's hand of originality,
startled by resonant ring of authenticity.

Echoes of effability, eloquent explanation,
matter not in the light of Love's insistent illumination.
Politics of the polite and performance aside, 

All manner of falsehood will be made known,
the scroll opened to the trumpets clarion call,
and the walls come tumbling down.