Surrounded
By a world of pretenders
Promoting...nothing inside
Projecting a world of lies
Further embracing this front
This facade, the false conversation
Sterilizing ...the truth
of what we have become
Within... this false dominion
We march towards a dissonant fall
As if walking blindly into the fog
We Assimilate to the mass hysteria
A dire need of pretense
A rendered essence of the self
This shelter has been built
Torn from the properties of awareness
This projection, spewing falsehood

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