this is not my first lynch mob I’ve been tarred and feathered before victim of that parochial mediocrity that says you are different so you must be bad and if you are bad then we must be good well I don’t pretend to be good no-one would believe me anyway I don’t look good and I don’t feel good and I never trust a man who says he is good most men are only as good as they have to be
I will
always speak my truth
but not only in words coz words are not enough not my words my words deceive I'd promise the truth, but what would it mean? I promise never to make promises promises take hostages I'll act in accordance with my spirit and live as I damn well choose coz you
cannot bury your truth it will always resurface like Lazarus in an
ocean of deceptions
your truth will never drown your truth shall always find you your truth will be your judge and if it finds you wanting your truth shall be your noose
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