MALLY's Blog

there once was a moment of truth
the essence of which i called ruth
at the break of her billows
the timbered all willows
she was mean, no less, she was ruth

the fools they didn't believe her
they tried to discretely decieve her
oh, her merciless strike
on a casual night
they'd give anything if only to be her

and so the question is "how?"
in the midst of a FLASH and a POW
dont hold out till the end
must I yell it? "BEGIN!"
that moment of truth it is NOW

-truruth