The truth is a swamp of sludge/
a marsh of muck/
a river of blood
The truth is a fire born in veins/
a laugh beyond the pale/
a dagger entering the ribs
The truth is a wound ripped asunder/
a field of weeping/
a birthstone snuffed out
The truth is a diamond forever hidden/
a glimpse kept under wraps/
a blanket of poisoned fur
The truth is a carcass smeared on asphalt/
a vulture descending from heaven/
an angel that’s clipped its wings
The truth is a worm found in the apple/
a splinter trapped in the eye/
a vision that’s lost all glory
The truth is a hope without any glitter/
a star with blotted shine/
a soul spun round in circles
The truth is a karma set on repeat/
a salvation held at bay/
a womb that screams abort
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