Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.
I don't want to mask my eyes from what is true. I sometimes feel like I subconsciously stop myself from thinking past what I want to. I know that I can walk around believing whatever I want. Truly, believing anything and everything I have been taught, or that I have come to believe. Never thinking that, in the midst of my undeniable logic, I can still be completely deceived. You don't believe in hell, because your afraid of the thought that it might be real. Will the only time you realize your wrong be when your burning in it? If so, thats too late. Just because I do or don't believe something means nothing. My opinions don't put a dent in a fact. They don't put a dent in anything. Not opinionated facts, or scientific facts. Only real facts. How or where can you possibly find out what is what? What is really true.
He is not a man, that he should lie.
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