Please, tell Truth and shame the Devil. Where we stand, he aches to leech that last moment of hope from the ground. Ceased in the moment, the warmth in that glow of life exposed the source of this truth. We surround him, to shame him where the wound began. While the maleficent pricks her shame onto you, here there is no reason to strike shame upon your truth. The air will not remain still; anxious and fiery we can all feel, because the truth tickles and when we hear it, all sounds ignite.