What A Truth Under The Bullshit!

You always put forth the positive, bravo, however I am unable to neglect the negative, I see the ship is sinking in the deep sea, be yourself an ostrich, I shall be rather a crow or cuckoo hiding in a bush or bough of a tree shouting about what I see behind the curtain, under the layers, go and die as an animal and come next as a human, the true evolution, what Darwin did not tell, mask, mask, everywhere there are masks and layers, even the light does not let me go , what you are! An ash! I do not expect much, I have to fight my own life, let light let loose the spy! Intentionally it does not reflect what burns inside though fire is the grand father of shadow, to kill the demon treacherous if I have to live in the dark , I am glad to do that and shout like a crow or sing like a cuckoo to spread the light to dispel the darkness. What a truth under the bullshit!