Some might see it as a black obelisk
floating at the end of time and space.
Truth exists, we've been told.
The skeptic asks, "What makes it believable?"
Truth does not argue its cause,
may not reply save to send history crashing upon on our skulls.
I know little of what is true.
I know much more of what it's not.
I once hoped and that is true.
I tell lies...not always nice.
In war, I was Pontius Soldier;
in peace, Politician Pilate.
Take it or leave it, I rest my case.
Believe it or not, I speak facts.
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