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The Truth and Choice


The truth is dead

It has no will

No good

No bad

No nothing

 

But us

We, Me,You

Mankind can choose

what to do

how to do

should we do?

 

Lucifer, The bringer of light

The source of our plight

For man's enemy is here

and there

in every head a line

to hell

to heaven

to both

 

Our blessing and our curse

Limitless cruelty

Unimaginable suffering

Infinite good

Godliness.

 

But can ideas survive on this broken earth

from heaven or hell?

Or will they just strangle us.

 

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