truth will cut you
when you hear it,
consume you
when you believe it,
and crucify you
when you speak it
truth will cut you
when you hear it,
consume you
when you believe it,
and crucify you
when you speak it

I came upon a serpent
And he said, “How do you do?”
I answered, “I’m a bit surprised
To be engaged with you.”
And then, without a warning,
I dipped and spun around,
And with my forked walking stick,
I pinned him to the ground.
He gasped and coiled wildly,
Struggling to break free,
And hissed, “What is this scandal, sir?
What is your beef with me?”
“You’re the Father of all Lies!
You beguiled Adam’s wife!
So now I have to till the land
and toil all my life!”
“Regrettably, mistakes were made
By all in Paradise;
Mine was that I told the truth
And now I’m paying the price.
I crawl upon my belly
Eating dust for what I’ve done,
And I’m accursed above the rest
Reviled by everyone.”
Though skeptical, I let him go,
So when I got back home,
I had to look the story up
Before I wrote this poem.

in the mirror of truth
when we come face to face
with the devil that hides
in our most sacred place
we will have to admit
we portrayed an illusion
and now we can’t help
but to see our delusion
yet it comes with a gift
having seen our true selves
for at last now we see
the true everyone else