Chaos
We are the world which we create, our thoughts are many,
our ideas and actions are brought forward from our intent,
our concepts to progress only help in separating us from our selves further.
We are the masters of our own illusions and we are the victims to our own
devices creating our desires yet fooled by our own ego to perceive its realism.
We are more than what we appear to be but our concepts, perceptions and
beliefs play host to our own deceptions as we choose to fool others in turn we
fool ourselves and yet we are none the wiser.
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