A last,
gasping breath over a
flood of false truth.
Success waits to step from
fog-coated shadows in the mind.
Belittlement of existential ranking
is a self-imposed handicap on freedom.
Time will aide success.
Prevention of falsity,
be a yellowing moon over the dark forests,
forgetting society.
But the next surge comes,
doubt and overpowering fear.
And the last,
gasping,
breath –
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