We are all frivolity but flesh and skin
Covering up the falsehoods in our bloodstream
Retaining faith in the unknown labelling it a miracle
Believing in the notion that someone else may infer what encircles oneself
Raging truths are often boiled down to nothing
For they know if they come out, destruction is guaranteed
How easy it is to point a finger at some
And struggle to see the fault in self

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