Words wriggle through my pen's tip
toppling into the page in lines.
Truth stands at the end waiting to
His stenographer, your's somehow, succeeds in
stopping two wrong words from splashing in
while five hissing sentances slither down.
Truth steps foward to peer into my well of words to witness how
I have facilitated
Three lies wriggle and ripple the water.
I dive down to kill the serpants.
They tie their necks around mine
bite and grab theirs-- a chocking race --
My opponents whisper themselves into my ear
but soon they are still.
My struggle finished,
Truth looks down at me seeing what I see as I look at Him.