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Break the breakers

 

There’s no way to escape the truth

Even when we lie to ourselves

Our truths linger in the precipice

Our lies bleed onto our conscious

 

The truth’s hangover is deep

Waves of guilt pushing out the venom

Crying only brings more pain

Nose to the bowl of lies
Freedom is a rotted tooth

With blighted flesh

As a nemesis

And a cold compress
But there is no other way to a clean sweep 

Truth has many a mighty weapon 

To break that chain

And dampen the false cries

Need to pierce the veils

Air out those ruddy tires

Fake out a fake

Break the breakers

 

 

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