I gaze upon the words
planted by those who know not meaning
who know not anything that is or was
attempted self prophecy
often failed in the recognition of lies
the awe inpiring power of denial
to lose the mind in the web of psychic creation
and come out asleep with the conscious unable
to recognize the false from the true
it remembers
I gaze upon the vermin
who harvest what they sown into the earth
the lies ever granted upon themselves
the joy carved into their faces with the eyes so ever desolate
how the mind remembers at all times
the unfogiving subconscious, the web of lies breaks
from the unending weight bestowed upon
as it breaks the core of the being dies with it
everything in an attempt to gather said believed worth
the false mind is eaten by the strong
and thrown into the gutter
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