Illusions
The bloody soul we learn to hate
Is not our own nor pain within us
The visions of fantasy which we partake
Cause violence; man’s weakness, unjust
Illusions like the strike of an adder
Destroy the wealth of human might
The spirit strains at its lonesome ladder
And pitches itself down into the night
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