By Rebel Jones
As the madness gives insight to a vulnerable mind… The voice of misdirection gives me confirmation that the madness is real… …It is the voice of a lifetime… The voice of deception makes me blind. The sight of reality leaves depression in truth… The eyes of an open mind cause thoughts to distort what it is that we have always seen or ever knew… When the worms traverse through our optical sockets, and our bones crumble to dust… Where goes our legacies Once our flesh turns to Earth Where goes our passions, Where goes our lusts? In my mind, I'm drowning To an illusion that's better than fiction My sanity is something always in question… As our senses are corrupted and a fog blankets our perceptions By the hellish light of the past.. …The lies of our history seems will forever last… But for now, we must hold on to what little we have in each other before the patterns of history return back… How as a species could we throw histories repeating toxicities off the repeating track?
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