Ego Vultures
What do you see in the mirror of your reflection?
your own body, or your own detection?
or the competition of another...the mindless mind occupy your subjective projector
Confusing, deluding...dreams know more order, dreams show more practical structure
The Ego is your master and you the acute apprentice infecting the weak of reality
using the close resources to master it's design in your mind
It's built your normality and to question is your own insanity
Feasting upon your wretched blindfold granting your desires \
it gave you your house, that house in which it made you.
the fatal awareness that mostly last breaths discover
a touching leap too late too seeped with much too weep
And by then too little to seek what then shall you do once you see the truth?
Could you even muster your own imagination and destroy natures enemy
Or are you the Anti-persona dripped in your own tragedy rippled and shelled
making a hell of a heaven or a heaven of a hell this is the abundant device
so rarely fought so quiet like mice so if you unveil this master of tricks
be sure to find your way out of it like shattered glass you may find yourself
lost without hope grinding deeper into the oblivion vanishing like air in smoke.
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