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REAhLLY...WHAT IS REAL?

I ask myself this question because today,

Well hell I really don't know what to say

Cause I LIVE in a world so fucking fake and full of reprobates

willing to do whatever it takes to be, look, sound and/or feel a certain way

just tryna get that validation fix we all willing to pay

or flip the script real quick and do it to get paid

so in this moment I'm about to take

a deep breath, release my chest from this tightening ache

a cloudy mirage of disillusions so alluring it's easy

even natural to mistake

the real burden of this ever growing weight

for stress

(Oh don't worry you're just under a little stress. I know how you feel, just try to chill and if you can't here, take this pill)

Really, So you think the sickness of my mind, is simply just an illness in my mind, if only I relax I'll quickly find there's no need to protest...it's just stress?

REALLY? Oh hell yes! Cause it's always our best guess for the unnatural state of a soul's unrest

such as mine so I find that it's high time to unwind the endless line barbed wire that confines

the presentation/package don't matter cause it lies

Do you hear me? It IS lies.

Wrapped neatly over and over

stretched tightly to cover and smolder

bright and shiny dipped in chocolate sprayed with sweet smelling perfume then sprinkled with a little glitter on top that appears gold to smooth it over

ALL TO DISGUISE A LIE - the ULTIMATE lie...

which is (now listen to this)

THE ULTIMATE LIE...that this little bitty lie here or that little bitty lie there don't matter but

THE TRUTH IS...the truth is that it does. It matters. The little lies matter. The white lies matter. they all, all of them, all of the lies matter because

THE REAL TRUTH IS...the real truth is... well, the real truth is that it really only takes one. the first one.

And I HOPE y'all hear me because after that first one...it's over. It's all over. everything meaning your life as you know - as you knew it is over.

then if by some innate desire that is your God ordained destiny you receive a bit of grace we call luck (which an ungodly percentage of our obscenely blind population won't cause we're all too blinded by our obscenities)

the next thing you come to know,

is the tormenting pain of a spirit so broke

enveloped in darkness caint even afford to hope

so you wind you looking like a fucking dope

well maybe looking like just what you see

and by that let me say what I mean

cause though I may say you, us, and or we

I'm really talking about just little 'ol me

standing here, before you NOW

with less of a question and more of a plea

REALLY...WHAT IS REAL?