Pretense
The real truth is disgusting.
It's deep down, dark and dirty.
It is hurtful and offensive.
It knows no boundaries
And will strike when woken.
It is vicious and will leave scars that never fade.
The truth beckons to be told.
It yearns to be shared.
It believes it will be embraced and appreciated.
It expects a rebirth out of revelations,
But that will not happen.
It will be denied, ignored and hated for the thought.
The truth sits and waits,
Its ears open with anticipation of opportunity.
It longs to display itself for the world to see,
So it can absorb the energy of the enemies
It doesn't even know it has.
For truth, itself, is in denial.
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