How good it is to hold to fear,
All you believed a fairytale,
Childish nonsense becoming stale.
If one thing I've learned from finding truth;
Yea, I've searched and searched,
'Tis not blind faith;
Never listen to lying lips,
Oftentimes they sound so true,
Quasi-facts surrounded by theories,
They feed the hunger of our queries,
Then inside they slowly kill;
Seek truth - the only healing pill.
And I have found,
He is a liar.
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