The misty spray makes it unclear.
Unable to define, our mind makes it up.
False, rigged, untrue, what is truth now?
It is gone from us, we have lost our way.
Times will get harder because of fear.
Mistrust will grow and we are lost.
Eventually, we will find our way once again.
Can we never learn? Are we gods?
This is where it begins, with fear.
Do not fear. Find your own way. Know truth.
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