It is what it is
Lack of faith
The mask hides fear
To hide shame
To what is real
Fear of dying
Rise above
From what is unknown
Lost in a silence
In the pain of popular opinion
Gives way to the insane
This too shall pass
Like a morning fog
It will burn away
With the noonday sun.

Jeff Pirone

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