Stare Us In The Face
The truth is truth no matter what, the truth is evident the twist or turn of its existence does not the truth prevent plain as day, in purity, a light still shining fair, regardless how we wish it not or try to thus impair its honest might, its simple face, its telling of our wrongs, the truth is truth no matter what and hails the only throne. Without exemption or remorse you can not claim it, no, it is itself without a shade, a master or control, dancing in the minds of men, it seeds them their demise when they toy around its way and shape it into lies that woo them, win them vanity, accomplishment or hold, of the very thing they sought to hide, destroy, or mold. It hails us ever to its safety, to keep our minds and souls gently in its strength to be as we live and grow, menacing to enemies who rush to hide its crudeness, ready always to announce the faults of all the foolish bent on keeping to themselves the wrong they never righted, always willing to bring sight to those who ch...