Truth

They travel in abhorred clarity

translucent against smeared past scenes

as they walk through white walls;

supposedly transcendent in emulation

of the remiss of society; archaic nightmares uncovered

by truncated whispers echoed out

from mouthless visages.

Even the trepid quail before these impermant forms

for although their shape may tremble and disassociate

their instillation of trepidation endures.

As placid fervency drives

the venerable mysteries.

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