What Was Lost In A Lie

Sometimes I think

the worst kind of pain

is not the pain you can name.

 

It is the slow kind.

The kind that grows in silence.

The kind that lives in families,

in rooms,

in histories no one speaks about honestly.

The kind that passes from one generation to the next

like a wound no one ever thought to close.

 

I look at the world

and I do not understand

how so much can fall apart

and still keep standing.

How can something become so broken

that everyone can see it,

and yet no one can agree

on when it first cracked?

 

That is what haunts me.

Not just the damage,

but the distance between the damage

and the truth.

 

Because sometimes in a family,

the truth is not just forgotten.

It is edited.

Bent.

Hidden.

Dressed up so it hurts less

for the person telling it.

And maybe they meant well.

Maybe they were scared.

Maybe they were trying to survive.

But survival can still leave scars.

And lies, even small ones,

have a way of becoming bloodline.

 

One lie becomes a story.

A story becomes a belief.

A belief becomes a life.

And before anyone notices,

someone is growing up

inside a version of reality

that was never really true.

 

That child becomes an adult.

That adult becomes a parent.

That parent becomes a memory.

And all the while

the truth stays buried,

waiting under everything

like something dead

that still somehow breathes.

 

And this is not only family.

This is the world too.

The same sickness,

just wearing a larger face.

 

The same way a lie in a house

can ruin a child,

a lie in the world

can ruin millions.

It can decide who is seen,

who is believed,

who is allowed to matter,

and who is left behind

to carry the silence.

 

That is the cruel thing about words.

They do not look like weapons.

They do not bleed.

They do not shatter on the floor.

But they can still destroy everything.

 

A careless sentence.

A repeated lie.

A truth withheld.

And suddenly the future is not the future anymore.

It is just the aftermath.

 

So yes, I believe words carry no physical weight.

But I also believe

they can crush a life anyway.

 

They can raise a child

or they can ruin one.

They can tell someone they are loved

or make them spend years

trying to earn what should have been given freely.

They can open doors

or lock them forever.

 

So be careful.

Please, be careful.

 

Because somewhere in your family line,

somewhere in your city,

somewhere in your country,

someone said something

they should not have said,

or failed to say what mattered most,

and now we are all living

inside the broken shape of it.

 

And the hardest question is still there,

sitting in the dark with us:

 

How much of what changed your life

was an accident

and how much of it

was done on purpose?

 

How much of the pain

was never supposed to happen

and how much

was built that way

from the beginning?

 

And the greatest Grand question!

 

How much of what we've learned about the Lord from what we were given to read is actually true, 

How much of the Bible is actually the Bible, 

How do we know they didn't miss translate it and we know they did.

Why are there so many pages and gospels missing, so they say edited.

Is this another something they're hiding ?

another lie? 

Is this another fabrication? 

Is this just another story to keep control over the masses? 

We know from history this isn't the first time they've done this 364 BCE Hebrews Jewish control over the masses monotheism and throughout all history.

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So what and why are theyhiding? This is that strong? Yes I believe! this is that powerful? Yes I believe! is it the link that everybody's taking to have with the Lord?

We can only pray and Hope!