If pain becomes a pretense, we’re all screwed
Delicious pain, like apples in a box
Pretentious apples everybody viewed
A key that opens doors that god unlocks
I see you’re trying hard to understand
The words that bring such foolishness to light
I know you think this isn’t what we planned
But foolish words are often what we write
The pain of words becomes a joyous art
It gives new life to nothing but the sun
This dawn of words is where the truth will start
When words become the painful truth of one
I’ll be that one if you decide to quit
And all the truth you see will turn to shit.
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