On a thin line between two lies,
there lies a tiny dot of truth, undecided
as per where to go
withouth being annihlated.
On both sides, far away,
at equal distances,
monstrosities grow, furious and sturdy,
roaring out to be fed.
Funambulist in equilibrium,
the dot of truth remains, praying
for the trusting, unaware lies
not to find out it exists.
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