The tale of the truth
When the truth falls like a false,
Don’t go to north or south for fact
And don’t travel east and west
It is the music of wealth.
If the truth drips like a tale
From the mouth of an old face,
It is either ignorance or bribe
That builds devil in the mind of every soul
In the millennium era,
You must be a liar to see the truth
And close your eyes behind your mouth
If you must dine with wealth.
The tale of any truth is pure
Before the advent of sucker
That takes all memories
From the book of every fact.
©DE-TREASURE
