The Cleanest Energy Truth
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In every error we see truth, though turned
Around as in the mirror’s view. The sight
Presented is truth’s opposite. We learned
This long ago and so we bring right right
Inside our minds. We’re offered love but know
It isn’t love and, like a windmill, spin
To take advantage of the truer flow
Of truer air’s true love. We know that in
Our cores we think to make adjustment of
Untruth. When riddled scriptures are produced,

We turn wind blades towards the force of love,
True love, refusing lures to be seduced.
The wind farm has been built inside our brains
To help us face the truth without false stains.

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