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Blanketed Beliefs


I lay here, looking into blank eyes. flustered with lies the certainty of faith, powerfulness of the right their belief possesses no bearing on reality Mans conviction prevails without verity denying our vitality, deceiving our integrity it shatters our mortality twisting and turning an affair between illusion and truth.
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thisispoetryproject
Every salesperson must know a "close", a way to move forward with the sale. These are usually one-liners that often hit hard. Your poem is a close. I have never imagined humanity's current state to be told with such brevity. Your words are razor sharp and concise. I can feel the thick emotional atmosphere of your poem. You have truly created another world with your words. Bravo.

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