Subject to Truth

Oceans ablaze

In your manipulative gaze.

You speak as if it's true.

But I'm not subject to you.

Arise, little spies,

And retrievers gilded gold,

Show me what I see.

Make her subject to me.

But Earth was here before,

And she'll be here after.

You do not decide

In such a short span of time

What is, what was,

What'll always be.

With bias so twisted,

It can be called a sickness,

How did you survive

All these years so awry?

You can tell more lies.

I'm not subject to you.

It's not my job to prove.

Reality will defeat you.