What is truth, and what is life
Not easily portrayed
Often found in partial fragments
Temporarily conveyed
Reality looks to find its truth
In arduous explanations
Where a cold wind twists in disbelief
In fervent hope of divinations
Forever fooled in easy ecstasy
Blinding minds with mad intrigues
Holding hands for reinforcement
Whilst the demagogue intrigues
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