The truth swings by its broken neck
A scream unheeded in the trees
The tragedy we seldom speak

It is gone in torches ablaze
Swaying, with our fellow man’s ills
In their misery, their madness

These days the truth is scorned
As it kills our darlings
Troubling the worlds,
We peacefully adore in our minds

These days move along
And not a voice
Dare sever the rope

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