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I am the servant to the one who omits dreams

Darkness spreads throughout your mind, imagination unseen

Those who abandon hope are easy to control

Slaves to the nothing that leeches on your soul!




Structures in your mind gives way to loose foundation

And the lines begin to blur

STEMMING FROM OUR OWN CREATION

In the land void of thought, is existence a choice?

Questions no answers, makes me ask.


Are we fictitious?

HUH!

Are we fictitious?

Are we for real!?

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