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Spinning Goes 'Round'

I subscribe to the notion,

that we are a massive

collective of consciousness.

They say we only use

a part of our brain

and perhaps it's

a deliberate rule

we created

when we decided

and made up

and created

the physical world.

Remove all magic

that our brains can

ignite and create if we

black out

the right side

we never can electrify.

I think our dreams

relate specifically

to parallel universes,

and trippy ones at that.

When we dream, our

right side becomes active

as we are inactive

in be.,

We can't use that magic with

eyes wide open.

If magic doesn't exist

then neither do we.

If God exists,

then who created God?

You can only recreate

yourself but the theory

of creation always

asks that one question.

How the hell did we get here?

Aliens?

Well, who created the aliens?

Are we living in an AI simulation

and to make us believe

otherwise into religion

we were introduced to pain receptors?

Did we create ourselves

and memories and centuries

of our history

are merely implants?

I guess we won't know

until we die.

I can't subscribe to God

on the hope of heaven

to finally end

my suffering.

I would be a fake believer

just living in hope

that Angels and the big

white gates will open

up to an ******** like me.

All I can say honestly is,

if there is a hell,

I'll see you there.

Rebirth back into this ****

a circle with no point

and forever spinning

endlessly

like a globe and how

the tick tock of a clock

never seems to stop.

Remember as a child,

those **** dizzying

spinning rides.

You jump on and a friend

spins and spins and spins you?

Your heart rate goes up,

you start to panic

and the only way off

is to jump and hope

for no crash landing.

Even if you land on your feet,

that spinning dizziness

will crash and burn you

to the gentle sandpit.

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