I've always been an optimist.

In my world the truth holds the highest degree of honor,
and wherever the truth shows up everything else bows
down.

However, a tyrant is beginning to dominate the universal
law of what runs my universe, and the truth is becoming
worse and worse to face and to say.

It is no longer that he shows up to respect,
I now greet him as a foe and a mistake, cursing
the times that I have used him.

When he asks me why I disregard him all I can tell him
is that is is much easier to tell lies, and when you're so
weak and becoming weaker, it is much easier to hide
your cries.