13: Truth

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Nothing is quite as it seems,
for he has found the equilibrium
between the schemes
and the requiem.

Most sticks can build sturdy homes
that witstand the shrieking gale
from a thousand domes
and the mounts of hail.

Why do we safeguard in what we know it is falacious?
Is it because we seek comfort?
The truth sometimes gives of that stimulation
that we cower to the lies for.

We have always been convenient creatures.
Selfish beings acting out of morals,
fearing the truth of an afiliated preacher
to protect what hurt us.

Seeing the truth, we refuse.
It is why we fear the unknown?
Because here is the final truth:
no one wants to die alone.

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