Come, I bid you listen, heed my words for I am truth
I’ve the wisdom of the old not the fickleness of youth.
Doubt me at your peril disbelief will be your cross
Ignore me when I whisper, oh that will be your loss.
Oh yes, I know you hear me I can see it in your eyes
I revel when you come to know I’m not telling lies.
Sure at times I might be twisted to suit a certain cause
But I am truth, and truth be told, that’s all I ever was.
So sit and learn some lessons that I will give for free
For I am truth, I cannot lie, I am HISTORY.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 12:11 PM UTC
Come, I bid you listen, heed my words for I am truth
I’ve the wisdom of the old not the fickleness of youth.
Doubt me at your peril disbelief will be your cross
Ignore me when I whisper, oh that will be your loss.
Oh yes, I know you hear me I can see it in your eyes
I revel when you come to know I’m not telling lies.
Sure at times I might be twisted to suit a certain cause
But I am truth, and truth be told, that’s all I ever was.
So sit and learn some lessons that I will give for free
For I am truth, I cannot lie, I am HISTORY.
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