I.
The Truth Is Completely Alone in Singularity.
different sides,
almost round,
as wide as wheel,
of colors, the spectrum.
II.
The Truth Is Completely Behind The Lies.
many, and more,
versions of one.
reproduced.
sampled.
exaggerated.
underestimated.
III.
The Truth Is Just Plain, Lost.
in this vast ocean of tongues,
of different styles,
nationalities of brawl.
speak desperately,
talk indifferently.
to the eyes of,
The oppressor,
all the same.
beg, as if,
insanity was,
sanity will,
be lost as well.
IV.
Earth was not, not now, not ever.
WE, Will Never Be Saved.
Salvation was once,
merciful, and considerate.
but Humans once said,
f*** that, n***a. you a mf n****.
V.
and, so we kill, we drill, we spill.
rhymes of distaste-
-full of taste.
yet, oh, such bitter.
VI.
Life, imitates art.
Nature, breaks it apart.
Mother,
she learnt of the truth,
before its loss.
of hair, organs,
of limbs, bumps,
of pumps, veins,
of streams and strains.
but one thing remains,
heating up the nether,
up-rising, was current,
so she made the currents.
elate, and elevate.
She may be hot headed,
with a spherical, shreds.
wait till you see her core.
VII.
WE, will lose.
everything seen,
by eye, not keen,
naked and original.
clothes, made to censor,
lies, and truths, alike.
VIII.
YOU, will lose.
bad and loose,
neutral down
to pure of heart.
oppositions,
fight, no more.
battles halt,
air, empty, bore.
The End, is Near.
actively plastic, humans.
free to shed,
yet, expensive heads.
relatively,
what was shed?
radioactively,
tears.
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