Sometimes it even hails,
And if your lucky fire falls from the sky,
And you must navigate the hell,
And come out unsinged or at least not flinch,
And present yourself with an air of authority,
That you have the right to exist where you are,
And that the mess was an inevitability,
But is not the cue for dismantling,
The structure built to house the person you are.
Only truth can reveal your strongest shell,
And barring that, you must believe in your mars.
And it's alright,
It's better to lie to yourself,
Than to rue those deceits done innocently,
In the throes of defending your own wealth.
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