Intergalactic Collect Call

Late at night
The message arrived
From Centauri Sector Nine
A chill went up my spine

Through the static crash
I heard a muffled voice
The being on the phone
Shrieked and then moaned

The message then got clear
I heard it with both ears
The voice said in great fear
"We've just run out of beer!"

Truth Eye

The Truth Eye 
Tells the truth
In the by and by
And in the future

The Truth Eye
Tells the truth
Hard to come by
Forsake and For sooth

In the end
The truth comes out
There's no pretend
Without a doubt