Axiom Ending

Truth shall be spoken,
While a man is dying
Whether his body is broken,
Or his eyes are crying

Nothing to fear,
Does the man
His words are sincere,
During that span

He tells of his deeds,
Both bad and good
Those he has decreed,
Him being understood

Nobody renounces his words,
None saying aught
He is not deterred,
Even with an afterthought

No reason to lie,
Naught but fact
Because this man dies,
His body going slack