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PASSAGE (SIX OF SWORDS)
Paranoia is contagious
Though the claims might be outrageous
If the germ of doubt takes hold
Suddenly our blood runs cold
What if all these things are true?
Can I trust them? Can I trust you?
This is the time for evidence
For asking yourself "Does this make sense?"
I only know the facts today
As for the future, who can say?
I don't want to walk around
Freaking out over every sight and sound
So, I will treasure any hope I find
While keeping a steady course towards Peace of Mind
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