Truth is cold, destroyer of dreams
truth is cruel and not what it seems
truth is blunt but cuts like a knife
the nature of truth is a fact of life.

Truth implodes when ideas are sold
truth is contrary to what you’ve been told
truth resides where evil fears
truth departs when trouble nears.

Truth is dark when scrawled on a wall,
insist on the truth or nothing at all.

Truth my friend is rarely kind
Seek this truth and you may find
that many truths are born of a lie
Why that is?
Don’t ask me why.