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Truth

There comes a time!

There comes a time, when one must assess!

All that is, that makes this mess.

There comes a time, when one must think,

what brought us here, unto this brink?

And then, by rights, one has to ask,

how is it so, that I must task?

This evil deed, that I must do,

in spite of all, that I construe?

Evil is, as evil do,

and I, today, shan’t misconstrue.

For all that seems is prone to be,

all that is, and all we see.

This life goes on, what is defined,

and I become that life, refined.

I’m now defiled by group onset,

as outcast now, and now bereft.

But mad ’tis is, as mad doth do,

pray for thy soul, for thy soul construed.

For as it is, as is defined…

Farewell, dear friends.

This life, ’tis mine!

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