Winds howling whipping tearing their way thru

Currents strengthening swelling with their pride

You yes you begging from release from lies

Damn them they will not have a place to hide




Moonlight shining on darkened battlefield

Yellow glow caressing imperfect man

Looking up appearing at the angel

Justice had been served not as he had planned



Looking in the mirror what does one see

Is it true you or has it been revised

To see ones self with blemishes and all

Is freedom from having to fight the lies



To ones self it is so easy to lie

In the end truth is with us when we die




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