Truth dressed in black that day
It made her seem so slim
And the big Lie was envious
Seeking headlines again
So she's set down the runway
Gun in hand
Trying to find herself again
Trying to look more like her
Surrogate sister She remembers when they
Pricked their fingers
Sliced their palms
And spit
Their handshake perfect mimic
Of Daddy Time and Old Man Cold
And how their blood
Put a little bit of one into the other
But how she never got
Truth's fashion sense
And Truth never grew too bold
'Cause the bold face type of way back then
Was blurring with remember when
And the trodden path became
Up hill
Both ways
On blizzard days
Became
Bombs that can't hurt children
Bombs that won't kill mothers
Who were serving tea as walls went up
And nations fell to their knees.
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Ruby