Twisted truths.

A breath of wind.
Sails on my neck
The hairs stimulated
Stand up
Erect

Visions of murder
Flickering pixels
Show me that humanity
Has lost his way
Blindly they follow
Just on 'his' say.

If you want to see everything

Ascend

Gain some height
Remember that philosophies
Are invented,
Not always right
Magnanamously proclaiming
That their diety has power and might.



Up on my hill
I can see way beyond
To the immediate vicinity
Where
The obvious is formed
I witness all things
Done in a gods name
Those concluded twisted hatred's
Used just to blame
Righteousness offered
As falsely it is claimed

AGL

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