I hold a grenade.
A grenade of truths.
Full of secrets, of love, lies, and laziness.
Held by anyone else,
This would be a time-bomb;
A weapon to be used against those who made it.
But in my hand, it nestles,
Its pin securely in.
I know what's inside it,
Foresee the destruction it would cause
If ignited.
I must maintain the balance.
Is there not enough chaos already?
I padlock the pin, put the bomb in a safe.
Six feet under, it rests in an unmarked tomb.
Giving new meaning to
"I'll take it to the grave".
Your secrets are safe with me.
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