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Speak. Your Truth
Could it be the time
When you face your delusions
Could it be the time
When you debate your confusion
Could it be the time
When you tear your illusions
From everything That you see
While standing with your head
Held up high
Shouting into the wilderness
Of the sky
That you are What you are
A human being
No matter the consequences
That arise
Is not time
to speak your mind
Its just an illusion
Full of confusion
With sticky delusions
That we cut and paste
Mimicing everything
in our haste
Replicating
Others
Who hate
Its just a Destraction
From what we Really Are
When you face your delusions
Could it be the time
When you debate your confusion
Could it be the time
When you tear your illusions
From everything That you see
While standing with your head
Held up high
Shouting into the wilderness
Of the sky
That you are What you are
A human being
No matter the consequences
That arise
Is not time
to speak your mind
Its just an illusion
Full of confusion
With sticky delusions
That we cut and paste
Mimicing everything
in our haste
Replicating
Others
Who hate
Its just a Destraction
From what we Really Are
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