When the world pronounces truth do not shut out his words. Cradle it gently for the real is unbreakable. Don't disguise it in your lies or cloaks and daggers, hidden. Listen to this whispered cries and do as you are bidden.
Beneath the earth are his bones breaking and bleaching in the sun that burns cold. But deceits burn up screaming to any who will listen about the right, the real and all to show the truth's glisten