Fossils; Truth

You can't bury the truth.
You can't keep it down.
You can hold the truth under until the bubbles stop, you can sink it in the river, but truth, truth never dies.
The truth will never stay hidden.
You can take truth to the grave, but in time you will surface, and spoken or not, that truth will rise with you.
Fossils, long dead truth buried millennia, thousands, billions of years, and still, still they surface, fossils; pure testaments to truth and time.
I am no fossil, I am angry, I am here, I am alive!
I will not go quietly. I will scream my truth, oh heathen, oh whore, to the sky, to the world, the crowd, the universe, I will bleed you dry of sin and leave you an ambulatory corpse.
I am here, I'm not hiding, I am the phoenix, I am burning and the truth will find you. Deny me til your dying breath oh Pisces Heathen but I will drown you in the air.
Bring me, Virgo, to a fistfight, go ahead. Come to me coward and fight, lest I bring it to you.
You who chose to tempt and twist me, oh the cold frigid bitch I have become, I will speak the truth of it; you're going down.
You’re broken; a broken, foul mind has slithered down my skin the
Last
Time.