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Apr 2014
We think we can believe what our eyes can see
But do you know how cunning perception can be?
If you don’t believe me, let me take you to my land
Where the pursuit of true knowledge is banned

As we walk away from ignorance, let me show you-
What’s that? You see a talking shoe!?
Oh, just look again, that’s a man in brown clothes
Silly humans, how your senses doze

Alright, just follow me through this door-
What’s that? You hear children singing beneath the floor!?
Oh, listen again, there is no noise
Silly humans, do you treat your senses like toys?

And through one more place we go-
What’s that? It smells like freshly fallen snow!?
Oh, sniff again, that’s the smell of a student’s brain frying
Silly humans, your foolish senses will lead me to crying

So, human, don’t walk with me any more…
Do you realize you are at war?

What you perceive, it’s not really there-
Your perception is flawed, with no truth to spare…
Written by
Kseniya Anishchenko
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