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Awake, and lucid, quite shaken
With no remorse and little sanity
Commitment always a big issue
Lust... crime of passion... vanity
The wish of temporal distortion,
the things that passed to never be,
Remorse - an intellectual abortion,
Regret - a way to never really be.
Betrayal is an epilogue of lies,
the grand finale - we collide,
It isn't real, we're just actors,
Sit back, relax, and open wide.
The subjects men, like us, belittle,
Ideas we keep close at heart,
The difference? A lot? A little?
It's our souls that decide.
Importance, merit, faith and purpose,
Are lies that we all tell ourselves,
They mask desire, anger, strength
Within us all a monster dwells
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