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| copyright: jbb |
| Inquisition of Truth |
| He tosses and turns in his sleep,
can't get away from the business of last week: another lie, another story, someone else with false glory, don't you dare let the press hear that man speak. Cover up the evidence, don't wanna hurt the president, suddenly, it all becomes unclear. When had he let go of the truth he believed in just to pursue his political career Since when was the truth not worth losing everything for? When did courage to tell it straight, go out of style? Suddenly being popular so important, and being right just not worthwhile. It's so easy to preach all your morality; yet another to live what you speak. Used to be truth was to live for, to die for so when did we all get so weak? There's a man dressed in black carrying a Bible in his hands he stands up and speaks, condemns, browbeats threatening hell, unless you follow his demands. The Bible lays forgotten, as he spouts his agenda, and blindly they follow his commands. Excommunicate all whose opinions may differ there's no room for those who choose to stand. Since when was the truth not worth losing everything for? When did courage to tell it straight, go out of style? Suddenly being popular so important, and being right just not worthwhile. It's so easy to preach all your morality; yet another to live what you speak. Used to be truth was to live for, to die for so when did we all get so weak? |
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