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Holiday spirit

Even when Christmas is at our doorstep,
I cannot find relief in happy caroling.
Constant anxiety overflows my senses,
These feelings are getting even more unsettling.

While sickness and death roams free,
A world broken, a planet in distress.
No escape in sight, no end to the suffering.
I’m on the edge, on the brink of collapse.

Can I take more of this unearthly sadness?
where is my breaking point, how much is enough?
My body full of tension, my mind in disarray,
Voices still unheard, the words spoken were gruff.

When will we start listening to our common sense?
How much tyranny and captivity will we accept?
I find myself unable to believe any more of this nonsense.
Lies, prosecutions, riots and disbelieve, while a country wept.
Written by Vortex32167 (Stephan van Pinksteren)
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Author's Note
HBO’s Chernoby:
Valery Legasov said it perfectly.

“The truth doesn't care about our needs or wants- it doesn't care about our governments, our ideologies, our religions- to lie in wait for all time. What is the cost of lies? It's not that we'll mistake them for the truth. The real danger is that if we hear enough lies, then we no longer recognize the truth at all. Where I once would fear the cost of truth, now I only ask, what is the cost of lies? Every lie we tell incurs a debt to the truth. Sooner or later, that debt is paid.”
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