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Illusions
MIRROR MAZES,
SMOKE SCREENS,
DARK PASSAGEWAYS,
YOU TRAVERSE LIFE,
LIKE A BIG CAROUSAL
HOPING YOU'D GET OFF SOMEPLACE,
AND GO BACK HOME.
BUT, THIS NIGHTMARE
WON'T LET
ME WAKE,
IT WON'T LET ME SLEEP,
A FORMLESS VOID,
A GAPING LIMBO
PLAYED BY FATE,
A STRAIGHT JACKETED PUPPET.
THE HUNGER AND THIRST NEVER SEEM TO END.
THE PAIN, STIFLED AND MUFFLED
UNDER THE HEAVY ASH
OF MY SINS
HELL ISN'T YET TO BE,
IT ALREADY IS.
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