When The Truth comes calling,
The unclean becomes afraid
When the sword of justice whizzes by
The guilty ones scamper for safety
Even when they are not the targets
When The Truth comes calling,
Even the righteous is afraid
Who knows what it might unearth?
Who knows what it might find?
Am I really clean, he asks himself?
With rays brighter than the
brightest Sun
It searches the deepest crevices of
the soul
Poking and probing, digging and
prodding
Nothing from it can hide
Not even what you buried eons ago
The pious, on bended knees he cries
Seeking mercy, desiring forgiveness
Confessing all, hiding nothing
Laying it bare to the bright and
beautiful rays
Redemption – his recompense
To arms, to arms cry the guilty ones
Arm in arm, side by side they stand
A band of brothers fostered by crime
A show of shame, remorseless faces
Honourable thieves, elected felons
When The Truth comes calling
Deceptions of yester years are
unearthed
Deceits of the past are revisited
Lies unravel, faster than they were
raveled
The house built by lies crumble like
a pack of cards
Like the rock of Gibraltar, the
Truth remains unshaken
Not even in the faces of typhoons or
hurricanes
The Truth remains resolute, to it
all lies must bow
Before it, all deceptions must
disintegrate
When The Truth comes calling
Boanerges....Son of Thunder
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