The Thought, The Truth, and The Lie

Silent, quiet, calm

Never harmless,

Though harmful enough.

Unknown to all,

The Thought.

 

Lovely, happy,

Wicked, evil.

Sharper than a thousand daggers,

Though duller than anything.

The Truth

 

Immortal, yet always aging.

Living 100 different lives,

Bigger than the world,

Smaller than an ant.

The Lie

 

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