You'll find no truth in people.
They praise their daily irons,
When gems of freedom brittle
Are trampled by the tyrants.
You'll find no truth in battle,
No greatness in denial,
Your glory and your mettle
Are shadows on sundial.
You'll find no truth "in vino",
Nor even absolution,
Its essence and its meaning
Is poisonous illusion.
You'll find no truth in scriptures,
Just boring old ideas.
No god will judge your virtues
On your "supremus dies".*
At first it can astound,
It might feel so unfair...
The truth cannot be found -
In here or out there.
01.05.09
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*(lat.) supremus dies - day of death.
