Reality As Camouflage
Not an ordinary hallucination
Where pocket markers paint
Purple over skin tucked deep
Grocery budgets target
Plastic surgeon replete
I dont desire
The callous or mean
But i've been through
These primal scenes
Power cults boasting pulp
All violence obscene
To yourself, i dont deliver
Which makes me shiver
To see the spellbound games
Nearing the end- why pretend
Is there only human
In seeing the end?
Maybe too many births stacked
Seals with scuba gogglesS
Swim past frozen belief
Be brash without knuckles
Just seeing things your way
There will come a day
When there's no word for freedom
Cause its shadow doesnt exist
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