What makes Anonymous happy

is not anything sappy

except for the two preceding lines.

What makes Anonymous happy

is to see others happy--

if only they would be happy for the truth.

For too often we are happy because

we are soaking (or drowning?) in the bubble bath

of falsehood

apathy

contentment

and

darkness.

We settle for untruth

it is easier then true truth.

If there is such a thing as truth--

for to love truth is to question truth itself.

For perhaps the loss of truth is the truth,

and truth runs in a circle

Leaving Anonymous in a whirlwind

of happiness.

Happiness is a jaded word;

it is true.