So far the things you proclaim
Are the ones least likely true
And the most unsupported of all
By evidence confounded or blue

The proofs of your truths undying
Are written in others' dry blood
Not the inks of their tattoos
But the memories of the floods

Your blood still leaks no answers
Other than these old dark tannins
They're staining deep the library
With their truths' forgotten pain

Truths all claim to be equal
But most have never been proved
And the ones that you hold dearest
Were only composed to soothe

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