I know I am but a child, sheltered in a pleasant corner
Spoiled through the nose, carried on, guided through life
I often find the sunny skys above and the farytale
to be the casket keeping the decomposing truths out of sight
I am a sheltered child searching for a truth.
I am not as naive as my golden curls and blue eyes depict.
Nor am I ignorant.
I seek truths where I am served lies, may I annoy in this quest
But If a will to know, so the ability ti act can flourish, is condemned
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We know we are fed lies, but we chose to remain ignorant. Then the decomposing flesh of the world is us. We are the problem.
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