Half Sister

In ancient Palestine a Roman middle manager dresses down a radical
I have a backlog of so-called prophets
You are of a multitude
The offender said: I witness truth
Perplexed and filled with pique the jailer replied
Truth, what is it?

Outside of Darlington 1963 on certain mornings a specter appeared
In a well-appointed back garden
Its voice was still heard after the Sun had burned away its image
Consulting physicists and mediums, the man he realized
It was a relative living a 1000 miles away
Half sister was thinking of him very poorly on those mornings

In Northern Michigan there was an incident in winter
A horse was hit by lightning and began to speak in a foreign language
When he was finally understood, it repeated: Humans are no good
So they shot it behind the shed and stuffed him
He's now on display as a lesson for the kids to always do your best
Do your best always
Always
Always

Truth is a colicking horse
That serves no purpose
Truth is a babbling prisoner
You'd rather not kill if they confess
Truth is the half sister
That will not be forgotten
Truth is the half sister
That will not forgive

She is trying to reach you
Trying to reach you