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All of creation

Has fully blossomed into magnanimous wonders

Humankind has become legend

But it all must be undone

An end to everything

Relaxing the mind and the figure of the shape

Unifying all of ideals

What a quest to behold

Take what you take what you give what you take

Isolating the thoughts that haunt the mind



Tender soft lullabies to set a soothing sound

Grieving forever the angel of mortality

Unblessing the holy, playing god

Engrossed with obsession

This fortitude sails into the sun

Never wanting to look around

Life is but an illusion

A dream in which we can never wake

Forever sleeping in a timeless boundary

Looking at our reflection

Hoping its what we want to be

But are we all what we want to be?



Living lies of our own creations

Supernatural beings that exist through word of mouth

Mean absolutely nothing in this illusion

Stand up to see the crowd

The thousands that chant for immortality

We would but find ourselves unfaithful

Attracting the minor surfaces of the eyes

They see all that is shown

The fake reality that we create



Devils and demons that show no mercy

Infest my mind with such drivel

Nothing so unparalleled could rip the fabric of time

Creeping into my thoughts, I hear their laughter

Sinister games and tricks to fool the unwise

Slowly take grasp to gain control

The haunting laughter echoes in my mind

As I am taken into the dark

I feel myself slip away

Fading to nothing, feeling thrown down

A struggle to return there

Proves what weakness I've grown from

Showing no strength



So what have we created?

What is this illusion we live?

A world in which the stars fell from the sky

Where mankind drove to madness in the truth of things

Never ripping apart for the gateway of return

Bound here for this struggle

A way to survive the real world

All before me, before creation

Was nothing

So we've returned to the beginning

Forgetting those important to us

Losing faith and hope, something that never existed

Where do we question our thoughts?

Thoughts not realized