Truth is an Anvil

When evil people parade around 
They march in time to their demise
Truth is the anvil that stretches their necks
No escape No mercy
Truth stands alone
When you see evil people parading their deeds as worthy
Look out, run far and hide
For soon enough 
Truth will Prevail 
This poem is about: 
Our world


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