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Deceptive minds figuratively articulate an apex manipulation. Stripping the pure intelligence of innocents souls. Unknowingly shaping and forming a false outer exterior to fit ones own desire. Conceited beings that proclaim to be "above" the rest when in spiritual reality they've created their own demise. In spite of the Devine which in turn lost its shine within time lost its mind no shorter in line. Time destroyed the Devine, and man invented time, for the "leaders of society" since beginning of their precious time, looked to control what they feared. What they feared was, and is the people. For the man who thinks with his mind shall overcome the man who thinks with his money. Ignorantia Felicitas. The saying the key? Or enveloping inspiration, living life free? Which in turn is the strife that the masses have lost, no we will never release the tension, at any certain cost. Deception, reflections, perfection, pre- conceived notions and feeling emotion. All things that should be and could be controlled and utilized by each individual person to fit their oh so different personalities. The ones who call themselves "enlightened" are the ones who are still trapped in the preset "bubble". We complain about the tyrants, an the manipulation, yet we are the ones to blame, and we are the ones who set our destinies in stone.
2 minds collaborated on a topic that has burdened both through the time they have spent on this earth.
Dream wonder begin
We all truly sin
Following my eyes the blue streak falters in time
Spread over branches, the blooming, my root was dug out of air, floating
Just floating for him. I wonder when, I wonder when
You stole my heart before we all had known my end
Touch me I will not leave
Just intoxicate my infectious grin
Just say
Just say
Just say
Won't you ever be the one for me.
Free writing.
To have witnessed youth, twilight woods shingle a blackened rose.
Yet blind speculations of blood, we drown. Tilted arms, hollow reflections within harmonious waves of spirited inflections.
A blackened rose
A blackened rose
Deeply I contemplate the transient nature of human life.
Realizing from beginning to end, life is impermanent such as an illusion.
Delusions of grandeur?
Truthful as time?

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