Home of the Illusions
Is full of concealment,
form, and void. A
plane of darkness
where immortals
descended from grace,
as their flames lay
buried under their temples
and forgotten by.
Intertwining within the
heart of matter lies
the key to hidden wisdom
hidden in darkness,
opaqued by the initiates.
Man's own unreality makes
him subject to the illusions,
as if he is a prey
of his own web.
He relies deeply upon
his faculties and go
against his own will as
he repositions his
chronological orders by
impeding upon the inevitability
as he becomes the cause
of his own effect.
Once the man soul
has ripened with knowledge
and wisdom, he is then
pluck like an apple,
ready to be harvested, then
assembling back to
the lake of fire,
from which he cometh.
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