Hall of Truth

Behold the hallway of truth,
Where the undiluted is dished in blindfold
No figure in view
Yet the affected cries victimization

Corridors of the hall
Are laced with tall
And high picture of the approaching ball

Why not check if you can wiggle?
If you won't walk out with a briddle.
Yet no dares not come

The sound of the music from the hall
Blatantly refuses to go low
Defeaning the liars
Singing loud the tune of their mischief
To the disgust of their fans

Atimes i wonder who holds the key to the hall,
And who is charge of the lights in hall.
And who else can it be?
If not the JUDGE OF ALL?
for He is the truth of all
Reigning and raining in hall of truth.

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