Facts are the end

When you ask for facts

You’re asking for the end

Stay safe at the dead-end

The end is nothing but something


A color so ambiguous

You can never adjust it

To become something else

When you have facts

Mostly you would just

Be ruminating inside its four walls

Stifled decadently

Because you didn’t actually wanted them

You never wanted the facts

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