Truth Junkie

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Honesty being my highest calling

I am sometimes falling

Into traps that snap

Back at me

deep breathes

I try to reflect

On the prospect

Of differences of perception

Then stunned by the lack of trust

I do what I must to track and find the truth

Truth is my God, my greatest love, my everything

But what does that mean when all that we see

Is seen through different eyes, minds and souls?

 

Still truths are found rolling around

This universe, this existence, this party

But I have a strong need for truth a thirst

I am a junky for it shivering and strung out

Eyes a blaze fire rages if I see a lie

If truth be my God then Lies are evil

This is my universe what is yours like?

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