In Stubborn Wishful Missions

As exposed as truth has become, To lay stripped in raw nakedness... Under a clear Sun...cloudless! And without a shadow to cast, The appearance of its existence... As had been done in the past, By those passing to barter shared doubts... There are those still refusing, To see truth for what it is. And they gather together, In stubborn wishful missions... Hoping their prayers will chase truth away, For something that is more suitable... That will keep their delusions fed. As exposed as truth has become, With nothing left to be said or read to be done... Between lines to redefine its existence or content.