Truth is a Treasure made up of Thought.

it exists of its own, a constant source, and not in the manner that schools have wrought obscured beyond recognition or worse as when it is bought and sold by a gov and punished in its central offices banished to exiles, prisons and horrors— the messenger alights on their horses and who hearts in the night’s watchful hours the moans of humanity her clothing shorn while her babes are all roped by their nooses Oh truth truth with your grace and your form. You make mightier the pen than the sword and lend of your worth to my woe and word.

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