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TRUTH

I am, for the most part, most scared to speak. Not because I don't necessarily have anything to say, My mouth, alongside the virility of my brain, just seem to like putting me in reticence But even in the fortunate instance that my mind doesn't wander into insanity at the thought, I would still seal my mouth with golden chains I would let the raining consequences rust it more shut Spoken so, one would think such strong speech flew just out of a god But for very antonymous reasons, I decide to favor most and keep the unfathomable out of doom's way Those reasons come back to one simple yet deadly proclamation TRUTH We'd think a civilization that's fought so hard to be globally accepted, respected One that holds itself on such a high pedestal, you'd be condemned to an endless fall if one jumped One that claims autonomy over every single living and non-living creatures alike Would be open to TRUTH To date, the ones who've foolishly let their intelligence get the best of them The ones who, amidst idiotic and ignorant surroundings they had to endure, Decided to venture into the world of TRUTH Were shoot off the pedestal so quick one would've mistaken it for a god And then they fell and fell and fell and fell so deeply some lived through their last breath, falling And at last, all the unlucky ones got through to TRUTH. It was another world, maybe infinitely larger, ethereally brutal, and hauntingly peaceful Instead of oceans, this world materialized into one main thing: REALIZATION Realizations like the fact that my brain is just protective Realizations that my identity has reeked through mud so many times Realization that it wasn't just mistaking it for god but that this god is the mistake Because the truth is that this god never sacrifices He wrecks havoc till everything offers oblation Truths like these that would put some on chokehold But I won't waste good air, getting to a point where the only thing I incite is murderous rage. Realization that for most, it looks just like that—a void to be fallen into, a place to quickly pull away from a single glance down

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Date: 1/21/2024 2:12:00 AM
It is great how your poem beautifully explores the theme of fear and hesitation in expressing one's thoughts and the consequences that may follow, particularly when confronting the truth...
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