Truth

The truth is stoic
Unbending in its arrogance
Sought after by the noble and pauper alike
Dodged by those with ignoble intentions
Feared by the same at any mention
Ugly and Beautiful
Skewed by your looking glass
The truth
Starter and the end all of wars
Creator of loyalty
Elusive and sometimes bitter
Some say its the key from enslavement
With the ability to set you free
Decreasingly the answer in a cold sick world
It dwells in some more then others
The truth
Torn by the gnashing of teeth
Battered by those who try to twist and bend
Loosening with the help of the "oil"
"Drank" or wine
The truth.
Stoic.
You can almost hear its absoluteness,
Though we long to beat it.
Join it.
It may set you free.