doubt is not real
is anything, really?
well, not anything I feel
Joy exists, or so I've been told
yet what truth do we hold if Lamech's vengeance is seventy-seven fold
if we make our own truths then your truth is a lie, and if man creates his own ills then surely, we all choose to die
and if I am captive to my own philosophy and vain deceit
see to it that I am set free
for I have a thorny harvest to reap
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i relate deeply to this. our minds are full of paradoxes. i could argue my mind is a paradox itself. nothing makes sense - and we can't make sense of that.
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I would agree