Deep
15/09/2026
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ScottProficient Poet
Where The Birds Never Sing
the worst of humanity is cloaked in the best of intentions embedding ideas in your head normalizing what is abnormal inverting meaningful words to fit the narrative truth becomes speculation the cosmological rug pulled out from under your feet we used to wonder how good people can be so deceived to put corpses in camps by the millions the reality is how easy it can be you when you want so hard to believe in someone else's truth ignoring the fingerprints of its assumptions
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