The Truth and What Matters

To say that it was my fault,
That could be true. It could be,
But I do not see failings in my deeds,
But use errs as code for action.

There was a world that I lived in,
It was a beautiful place, there was you,
But scientifically inexplicably happenings,
Transported me from this Eden to a purgatory.

I built my life around a series of truths,
This helped me to weave the direction I took,
And now it feels like I have taken the wrong path.
I lie helpless and cut in the brambles of my poor choices.

But today I dab over my cuts, massage the bruises,
Start anew with a new path, i build. Over the old.
Always going forward, never letting the broken hamper the innocent,
This will keep us. This will save us! If you dare to join me.

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