The transparence that has been long hidden by the drama of the tongue. Its clarity bleached by an intentional ignorance. Now its revelation becomes a sleeping keg of gunpowder, ignited when unleashed by the fire of determination. The truth it is. A mighty friend, which disowns discripancies and dethrones hypocrisy. I long to speak the words blessed with accuracy, it has been concealed with so many worlds and now destiny morphs it into a ghost that haunts the conscience of the good. Now that it rests upon my lips, I have known a freedom and my life has been kissed by a coherence, known by few people.
Like I said, hidden, plagued by the darkness, everything becomes the truth. But what is the truth? The truth is a mirror, reflecting who you are, showing you what no friend will not. The truth changes the meaning of the world, because your friend becomes your enemy and your enemy is your friend; your foes unleash your mistakes, they tell the truth and the truth is their weapon, the truth of your weakenesses. Your friend is only doing his or her job, encouraging you and hiding a darkness... the truth. The truth is only a bombshell because it has been hidden and because it is revealed by destiny.