Truth

I wander, deep forgetfull stare. Hopeless romantic living on the
edge of the material sphere. How old am I? Older than I can say.. or
than you can imagine: an ancient vibe, walking through your humid mind
mists of micro-wave technology. My time here was brief, yet many people
have I touched, and many people have I loved, and been loved by. But
today I know it's time to leave you once more to your dreams of myths
and messiahs. For that is where I originally came from, and where I
shall return. I shall pass with only a few knowing.. and though I could
prevent it if I so wished; I have had enough, and want to go now. Today
I feel stranger than I have felt in a long time... future flashes and
past echoes make their presence felt in the shape-shifting scenery
around me. And I look up to the stars and realize it all doesn't matter
anyway. Whatever I say.. whatever I do.. it doesn't matter. This brief
humanoid mystery, will soon disappear.. and who will care?

My betrayer waits for me with his swift execution. He had his price, as
do us all. It turned out he loved money more than he loved me. People
pray; yet when their prayers are answered they hammer nails into their
wrists and strip them of their dignity. Realising that truth is not
what they wanted after all. I walk closer to the line of trees.. they
look different tonight. Almost like they're trieing to warn me.. but I
already know what awaits me on the other side...

The gun fire cracks like a whiplash, and the sound hurts, and I sense
the trees weeping as the bullet tears through my flesh. I fall to the
ground in sudden shocking pain. The trees turn away un-able to look at
my twisted bleeding form writhing on the ground. I feel my spirit
slowly losing it's attachment to my body. And I feel all those things
which people name as sin fill my body like cancer and eat away at it...
and now in death I shall take these things with me. "It is finished." I
say through clenched teeth and with wheezing breath, becoming very
still.

I feel a boot on the side of my cheek.. pushing it to one side: my
assasin checking to see I am dead.

"dead?" Someone asks.

"Yeah stone dead. Won't be troubling anybody anymore. "

"Should have kept that nose out of other people's business."

"We'd best dispose of quickly.. I doubt that gunshot went
unheard."

Someone kicks my head brutally. Was that necessary? Why are these
people so angry with me? It doesn't matter now.

The truth. Who wants this curse, this cup, this loneliness..? To speak
out no matter how great the pain.

Lies and half-truths are easier to digest and to live with - than the
truth. The truth doesn't fill our lives with comfort, fill our belly
with tasty food, lull us to sleep at night with soft sheets of pillow
talk and flattery. No the uncomfortable stare of truth pricks and hurts
our conscience like concrete needles; is better not to hear it.

Now my cup lies spilled and empty on the precious earth.. not many
chose to drink from it.. and who can blame them; yet there are those
who will continue to speak out, continue to be a thorn in the side of
deception. And I will live on, through the hearts and minds of those
who pick up my torch from where I left it, and carry it forward into
the future.

The truth cannot.. will not die.