Truth Is Here
Sweet is the fruit of sight
That takes flight through the eyes of a higher plane.
May you set aside your pride and rise to see
What lies beneath the lies of those who analyze while in disguise.
Let down your crown of stubborned jewels
And receive the riches of the ninth wave,
Until you fall upon which is known to few
But sought by all for a chance to change.
Keep safe what you find,
To create or define that which has been lost
Through the fate of the blind.
Neither space nor time can decay this art.
If fact is what you fear, here I say "Truth is here".
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