They have provoked the poet, and he's burning down his cage
He's battling with an enemy that's known to same as age
So the wrong shall feel the fury, and the hypocrites the rage,
Of The truth when it matches on
I have been in conversation with his heart of fiery steel
They've been reliably informed, he doesn't know how to feel
Let the hero, warned of all things, crush his weakness with his heel,
And let the truth be marching on
While his mind may be angry, his bodies scared in line
So we don't have to worry, as he will be just fine
But we will keep checking, while looking for a sign
Of the truth when it marches on
He's hidden inside himself to hide from mockery,
But when met with confrontation, he will never ever flee,
How will this play out, my friends? Oh, well we shall see
Why the truth is marching on
He's blazed a trail through their lair which will never ever fade
He' defeated every foe his met, with will as well as aid
His lab is kept enchained so his potions don't cascade
And drown the truth as it marches on
He's killing the chances of those who merely want to win
He's judging all the peoples, for he sees every sin
He's writing up a storm of points that shall the damned ones pin
And demonstrate the truth marching on
The ending of his life is taking place on every hill
He has witnessed all the cracks they've made, so these he will fill
What happens when a nonsense world meets the understanding will
Well, The truth becomes marching on
He fallen in a routine, everyday will be the same,
He's concerned with only points so Everything will be a game
Watch as he shields himself For he can not take the blame
For the truth marching on
He has been defeated, for soon he finally dies
There'll have happiness on earth, victory in the skies
But all those who faced him, they will never rise
After The truth has marched its course
The truth is like a body separated from its mind
Through the body's foes is drawn a path that twists and turns and winds
What type is the brain? Well it's a belonging kind
That stops the truth from marching on
They forced him to weaken but he just grows ever stronger
And They tried to cut his hair, but It just grew ever longer
They thought he was in hiding well, they couldn't have been wronger,
For the truth still marches on
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magnus, veritas forte est (the truth, by chance, is great).
Poetryin several mythologies, there is the concept of a "true name" - something that describes a person in their entirety. This isn't my true name. This is the closest i will ever get to my true name.
