And in the grace of truths
contentment glows in its happy home
whilst thousand splendid lies rattles in disharmonies
perturbed and disturbed in stricken jitterbugs of petulant swings
as the gnawing fangs of selves deceits gnaw innards
inner calm forever the absent foreigner
banal vulgarities screeches
In covens or cravens
who owns an invisible cloak
as pregnant lies squirms in agonies
hidden truth stretching and rolling in blissful oasis
as lying mothers birth lying deformities named Vainglorious
in the pits of the vanities of the inglorious goddesses
in damnation carrying full term is hideous pains
and giving birth is perpetual disgrace
truth is only godmother to truth