In our struggle to find what's true
Over the last several million years
We have to admit we're still all liars
To some greater or lesser extent
Some of us having given up on the truth
Still see how our lies are founded on it
How we try to make a secret of it
Finding it unbearable and shattering
Rejected by what we most want
Thrown back on our own devices
Our gifts refused souring in our mouth
How many more million years must it take
For us to appreciate our nakedness
And come to love our truth
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