There are times,
When information requested to be revealed.
Should remain concealed.
To prevent an uncovering of the truth,
Unsmothered.
And...
Produced.
From becoming too destructive,
For those living lives high on delusions.
Since devastating could be the facts.
Creating bubbles to burst.
And kites flown in the bluest of skies,
Suddenly taking nose dives to Earth.
Dropping traumatic jaws.
Truth kept to keep hidden,
Although rumored to exist...
Spiced with delicious allegations.
Truth always permitted to ignore,
Has never been accused to have caused...
Complete chaos and confusion.
With it known that facts,
Associated with reality...
Has not often made their presence together,
Shown.
And exposed to be witnessed,
To have had an ongoing secret relationship.
This...
For many may be too much to embrace.
And...
Just too much for minds fantasized,
To digest before details...
Come next to be served to realize,
Them to be done unsweetened.
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