True Lies1

Chaste wounded broken and bit

Has brought form of total dismay

And truth lies before broken will

Knowing that words maze the amazed

Keeping a noun at bay

Knowledge be known that little is

Forethought becomes an afterthought

And afterthought becomes the past

We do not choose to move all

All that has become our knowledge

So entrust the dysfunction and known

To the least it is not outdated

And when it becomes so, only then

The true death