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To Tell You The Truth...

  • Writer: Aidan Bernstein-Lundy
    Aidan Bernstein-Lundy
  • Apr 21
  • 2 min read

You can believe their lies—if you want to. 

And you do; you want to believe their lies. 

So you believe them.


You swallow the half-truths and misinformation because it won’t kill you, right? 

You ram it down your throat until it fits because as long as you don’t choke on it, it can’t hurt. 


But you forget the nature of deception.

You forget the bitter aftertaste of each lie you force yourself to stomach.

You forget the bile that rises each time you repeat it.

You forget the numbness of your tongue as you hold back your thoughts.


‘Are they really lying?’

You try to convince yourself.

You trust them.

But they don’t trust you.


They lead because they think all we can do is follow.

And sure—you can follow if you want.

But do not run away when you reach their chosen destination.


The few will never trust the many and the many should not trust the few.

It is the matters of the few that dictate the matters of the many

And it is the actions of the many that should dictate the actions of the few.


Lies are as strong as a castle built of sand and as durable as a snowflake fallen on a burning chimney.

They fold and crumple, collapsing into a singularity so convoluted that its weight seems to pull down everything around it.


One lie can build an empire.

One truth can destroy it.


A tower constructed of falsities and illusions and one lie after another casts a powerful shadow.

But it is truth that topples glass towers, and it is truth that brings a new dawn to dark lands.


So speak.

Speak their lies—if you want to. 

And you do; you want to repeat their lies.

But don’t.

Speak the truth.

Because no one else will do it for you.

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