The Cloaks of Truth

Falsities in the eyes of Truth are small

They are born, live well, and die well

And Truth looks down and smiles

For He knows they are no threat at all

Ah Falsities! How you still struggle to be

Envious of that eternal Truth you see

Whose very shadow tears you apart painfully

For you are no match, and He knows this, truthfully

Shut up! We Falsities are cunning Sprites

We'll give you a Kiss and We'll lick your feets

HA! There are many of us, but few can fights

And of us who can, we'll show you rights

We'll tell you something TRUES

That once we stole the Cloaks of Truth

And they are our strongest Weapon

For not many challenge us in the Cloaks of Truth

And we walk into your homes

And creep in bed with your childrens

Where we whisper in their ears

And twist their dreams into our machines

And you will wonder how that could be

And we will tell you,

we came by invitation only