They do not know me, they can't see me. I will hide behind my outward
appearance and let them flock to beauty, while I cling to my truth. And
my truth will be all I need to withstand this coming storm. They will
perish, but not I with them. They will die alone and I will be buried
with my truth and my purity.
I will remain aloft, afar from their
sins and their blood will not stain my hands. They can sleep in their
bed of coals and I in my oceans of calm, they are lies and I will no
longer listen to them. Let them wallow in their self-righteous ways and I
will keep myself to the quiet of silence and the peace of truth.
They
can't touch me. They are liars and I will not listen. Lies cannot
penetrate me, will never touch me. Strength is within me, weakness is in
their lies and I will not listen. No longer. No more. No man will
capture me any longer.
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