Title truth So you want truth do you Cold hard facts Fuck you truth is born of debate May everything come true May they believe And may they laugh at their passions For that which they call passion is not really the energy of the soul But merely friction between the soul and the outer world But mostly may they have hope And may they become as helpless as children For weakness is great And strength is worthless When a man is born he is weak and supple When he dies he is strong and callous When the tree grows it is tender and supple And when it s dry and hard it dies Callousness and strength are Death s companions Suppleness and weakness express freshness of life That which has become hard shall not triumph A prayer for the invincible