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Behold the terrible truths that lie beneath

The carefully manicured wastelands of the present

Submerged many miles under mountains of lies

And oceans and continents of outrageous iniquity

A hidden history barely conceivable in everyday language

Yet always present, however relegated to the margins

For it is rooted in a potency

That ignores all possibility, conceived as such

By the so-called sane, rational observer

The average citizen of the day, impressive in his mediocrity

Who let deceiving angels pluck out his eyes

Denying all the while ever seeing the glint of their wings

A potency that will crush you under its merciless weight

A truth that prevails whether or not it rings from a single rooftop

Or sets anyone truly free, now or forever

It pervades, leers, and laughs at the present in its entirety

Crushes and wipes away the sprawling megapolises of lies

In barely intelligible multitudes

Yet freely extends a bloody palm

And perhaps a boot to stamp upon your face forever

Hurtling you down into deeper pits of stagnation and despair

Where only vermin and piteous creatures live

Sucking on crumbs of poisoned manna

Cast down from a false sky.