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truth isn't true
and some will put it on religions to decide
or political babel forked up in a manure of reality
it all depends
on how you feel
I mean as they go, not making you
out as a perfect ass, but maybe a longing
Don't break that door
the one that keeps you pondering
that fever of life.
Don't lose that key
it's shaped in 6 the every man's puzzle piece
there are no end roads
release the red rabbit
all undone deeds come to a yellow moon
where you will be howling
don't murder me
the last thing anyone considers
until it all adds up
and the dead doesn't know, sorry
this lake of consciousness is almost dry