Those who cannot give are born to take. The one who bless may be not blessed. That one, with wings, cries out "Fake!" - to liars' kingdom brings a mess and maybe tries to get background much darker then the truth he found - becoming just a small part of this splendour.
Nothing can look beautiful in pile - it's satisfying for a while, before this huge mass starts to rot so stinking...
Someone already tries hard to breed another pair of longer hands in order to grab every bit and make his soul be on the mend. The Universe was full of truths till people bought them like in booth for trifling sum - for conscience that costs nothing.
Course of life is decorated with the dried truths and some ash beneath. And everyone tries to enlarge dead valley...
Hey! Listen to me... I know the place where Lie can be...
How will we manage now? We need more and more, Earth is open sore.
We complain of cruel world holding the envenomed sword that we put into the wound letting poison spread and find underbelly in the souls of each other and ourselves... silly demise...