It's true...
hope and fear entwine,
faces of the same coin,
a payment to the prostitute
who brought you into this world,
It's true...
pain and pleasure are twins,
eternally joined at the hips,
a sacraficial altar for this life,
It is the truth...
lost is the shattered bottle
and found is the granite end...
truth is the belief
in knowing what isn't a lie
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