Reality is how we’ve all been fooled
We watch the machinations some call god
The god of my reality is dead
The machinations vanished in the light
You think you bring the hope of blinded eyes
Reality persuades us all to look
To look at god who hides beneath the stairs
And corners us with poems we can feel
You think Reality is god? You’re blind
Just listen to the chiseling of light
While death becomes a poem in your book
And you will never feel the truth exposed
It means that you were right and I was wrong
But we might meet within a sheltered song.
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