Reality

Real, restless
scouring sentiments calmly soothed
though you lie their sedated we all know you’re confused
twice slow burned and the first one to overuse in corresponding suite
unless we’ve feverishly consumed, contaminated and infused
our best kept secrets with their most favorite lies
a transformative grip leaving the others surprised
they say she always lies but I’m left unconvinced
for lack of better witnesses I’m left on the fence
What better proof than rhythmic suppression?
carrying on broad wings waves of manic depression
Galactically rested, though the signs are all there
incompetence radiates from all of these mirrors
a civil war spewing highly irrational fears
cleansing bloodshed spawning over three thousand years
“Its okay, she’s just weird”
strange, yet sincere
Level cleared

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