Man will always cover up insecurities,
Distract ourselves with false truths.
Then masquerading in the masks of our flawless plight,
We become forgetful of the day with no night.
When masks will be taken off
And the truth be nude.
The trumpets blown
And the silence boom.
Meeting lies and false truth
With a judgement so brute.
And then where would we be?
What would be our diagnosis?
Heaven or Hell, only time will tell.