TRuthless from Phosphatidylserine by ILL SEER

TRuthless

i caught the aroma
in ancient tomes a' knowledge from the west to the orient
found at my college
it sounds like foliage
when i rustle through the leaves
it ends in grief
my friends, we're all thieves
stealing from a vast past of bastards
trying to be the masters of our trade
but invaded by the vapours
pulling verbal rape capers and shouting "laters"
inflators of fiction
we cross wires like electricians
to elect politicians
that are never truly friendly
their duty is pretending
and bending fact into factions
satisfaction with no atonement
i alone went
to the top of the tower to recite
the truth i write with the power of the moonlight
i'll soon fight
with the weight of a million warriors
hardcore ignorers
of the lie-storers and horrid off-shore borrowers
i'll be sorrier tomorrow
but will still courier the marrow
for your transplant
and supplant the eggplant with obergines
which sober means
look at Truth through different eyes
and you'll break down it's disguise

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