truth is a fist

insanity has wrung like a bell
through the great masses
and everyone is driven to a corner
that we might come out swingin’
beating our points home
like punches driven to kidneys

one

sharp

jab

at

a

time

until the opponent is down
and we might bleed
in our broken version of success;
because truth is a fist,
like a hammer in our hands,
that we might bash
their evil fuckin’ brains out
just to look for the gory evidence
that we taught ’em a lesson

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