I used to be torn
With what was and what will be
Now, I see the present as immortality
Death is an illusion
That preys on the perception of time
A friend that will release me
From the presence of my mind
Lost in the silence of the void that is
Reality is striken with a voice
That is not his
Lies upon lies
With a truth that does not hide
Pleasures unfold with colors and rhymes
Masks made perfect but not made to wear
Mirrors reveal
The love we all could share
Set into motion
Awake to the unknown
The sight that we’re given
Protects us
From what is shown


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