There is one thing noticeable,
That daily meditation.
Exercise, a watchful diet.
And a kept discipline,
With an application of maintained faith...
Develops to create.
Is the producing of truth.
Made clearer not to hear it.
But felt to feel without it spoken.
To reveal those accustomed to deception,
Never to realize whatever they do...
Deluding themselves unconsciously.
Lacks any truth involved.
Regardless how convincing,
The living of their hypocritical lives...
They choose to deny them lived.
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