We cannot beat truth
that is why we diverge
and digest the good
as a protest or at best
to emerge
seemingly better of
or falsely misunderstood
why we eat lotuses
the sin growing under our skin
doesn't cast off aching
after awakening
it pries on which is strong
and wrongfully acquits
it's own weaknesses
yet never admits. M
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