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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Life is an illusion A transient phrase of reality Nothing is real We’re all living in a fantasy People die Friends disappear Money goes And some reappear Empires vanish And then replaced by others Some things are constant While some are adapted by our brothers Good and evil Will remain with us Throughout our existence on this earthly bus So what is the hurry? What is the fuss? Everything to me seems getting worse Why not seek immortality Through the deeds that we do And let that flame of eternity burn forever in you Life is an illusion It will always go away No matter how hard we try it will not stay Wealth and power Are like chasing after shadows And the more money you chase The closer the hangman’s gallows Why put your hopes in a man He is an illusion Why puts your hopes in a system It is an illusion Put your hopes in the Wise Maker He is the taker Of all that you see And the giver To those before you in history And our unborn sons and daughters One day you will wake up And realize that all ceases to exist All that power and money You could not resist Like mirages in the deserts Illusions are like oasis My thirst for water Disrupts my homeostasis And in the year AD 8700 We will still live in an illusion As mighty hands of time sweeps us away to the days of old And the earth that we wreck Becomes cold And the oceans and the seas rise Like a tower Hour after hour Hour after hour Man’s panacea then lies in space For we must build galactic arks To save the human race And preserve all species of Fiona and fauna Jet to the high heavens Where darkness falls But we cannot escape this illusion As it calls
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