Maybe the information was a gift
it wasn't torture like you thought
don't shake your head at this gift
it has its poisons, weak and strong
still, it was a gift to get to know the truth
Turning your back on the truth is unwise
let it sting for a while, get accustomed
play with its poisonous tongue, its fangs
grow immune to all its poisons
get to rule where you were a prisoner
bask in your immunity, mock the mocker
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