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THE TRUTH HURTS
Loud are their voices of discontent
Voicing their hurts for all to see
Bitter and twisted with false pride
United together in their abstract misery
Blinded they are, they can no longer see
The grain of truth in their purgatory
The grain of truth they fail to see
Is their last grain of dignity
Beyond spoken words, beyond written
They cannot see how they are perceived
They can only tear away the faith of others
United together in their misery
Words of love, words of peace
Yet arrows of hate they speak
Blinded and ugly for all to see
The mantra of peace they break
Hard words are never forgotten
So their wounded prides
Continue to eat them away like cancer
The last grain of truth that duly hides
I watch them suffer in their misery
Unable to grasp their own demise
Watching and waiting for the day
They are consumed by their own lies
