The human condition
Within the lucid dream, we believed as true,
the villainous character we had assumed
but though it was acting, our actions we rue,
because we are now by it’s darkness consumed.
We have become the demon we created,
which we see now needs to be decimated,
so ego death seems to be the only way,
to reclaim inner light, by ceasing to sway.
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