The Age of Truth is here
Sleeping in a bed full of liars,
Rapists,
Weapons’ dealers,
Good cops,
Bad cops,
Philanthropists,
Presidents,
Army recruiters,
Big Oil,
Sociopaths…

She’s not saying a word,
Not leaving her room,
Not using her eyes,
Not moving her hands,
She’s endlessly dreaming…
Relentlessly dreaming.

She knows no day
Only night,
Like a gift 
Pouring through the chimneys
of unconscious hearts and minds,
A cave in the mountain,
Populated by guerrillas
Fighting to survive,
The Age of Truth is upon us!

You can recognize her
By the ever-louder screams
On both sides of her red carpet
Screams of liars losing their mind
In front of her Peace
Her Glory
Divine.