Immortal Truth

In this darkness, as far as I can see,
the weight of their stares bears down on me.
I cannot believe, nor can I breathe,
for the sight of man is a knife unsheathed.

Torturing the true believers with lies,
they hide in the shadows, their deceit disguised.
The image they portray, is it fair to heed?
Take them for what they are—purveyors of greed.

Sin is thrown in our faces, suffocating and dense,
judging our worth with their shallow pretense.
They prowl the outskirts, too scared to face
the truths they’ve buried in their own disgrace.

For they do not care for the facts beneath,
only the surface, the mask of belief.
But we are who we are, unafraid to stand,
rooted in truths they’ll never understand.

Immovable, we remain in the storm,
undaunted by judgment, unwavering in form.
They seek to crush us with hollow decree,
but our immortal truth will set us free.

For we know our place, we know our worth,
in this chaotic world, we claim our birth.
Let them cast stones, let them condemn,
for we are more than the sum of them.

In this darkness, we find our light,
a beacon of truth that guides us right.
The purveyors of sin can never control
the strength that resides in our eternal soul.

So let them prowl, let them preach,
their grasping lies will never reach.
For we are the keepers of what’s real and true,
an immortal truth that sees us through.