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Crucifixion

They say that the truth is a hard thing to take, but maybe it’s time that we see that we as a people are nothing but fake, ensuring that’s how it will be. We stand up demanding there’s tolerance, doing so with our fists in the air. It’s truly the oddest dance ever been danced, hypocrisy beyond compare. We claim we want peace but we seek the next fight as we keep our guns close to the door. Convincing ourselves that we stand for what’s right when the truth is we’re actually just bored. We say that we want to be free men, while we ride our past into the ground. We claim that we run from our demons, but we really just keep them around. And we live our lives waiting for the next offense, needing others to kindle the flame. We’re a common collective without common sense like the scarecrow not having a brain. So, let’s go on pretending we live for the truth but the truth is we’re living a lie, for each soul who actually lives for the truth… we find a way to crucify.

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