My presence in the present is perhaps
Not as novel as it is known
Normalcy is the greatest fallacy
The dreams that doubt the dawn
The depth of the desolation
The heart of the hearth
Is however the home of the heathens
Love is the lowest common denominator
It's valuable beyond bounds
The truth is common in its rarity
Love the truth and nothing less
Allow the truth
And nothing less will follow

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