Poem – The “Truth”

For the world will forget who you are, as will I

Your grasp is crumbling as is your own “will”

For the world is opening its eyes and seeing the real “truth”

Your invalid words will forever be removed

Your fear-mongering ways is now wrapping its hands around your own throat

We will laugh to see your iconic stronghold be no more.

– I may go to hell.

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