The Magicians Fantasy
The world of survival
Created by dark magicians
That hide in the shadows,
Controlling us in the light
Sectioning and ravaging us at night,
Dreams, the portal formed by the mind
The unconscious side,
Waking up in this fantasy of reality
Its a trick, do you get it?
The world in which we live
Nothing is real, but nature it self
So all is man made,
The false gods that control the world
Using entities and deities,
So we worship figures that resemble ourselves,
call it self love I guess but these a catch!
You losing yourself in your own delusions,
Days, weeks, months and years passed by
But is it really?
The illusion of time created for us
So in this man made world these an end,
Not surprising cause everything man made never lasts!
The decaying and recreating of biological forces
Studying nature and all its elements,
They cloned god to form there own world
From the principles of the universe to the solar system,
down to you the observer
So you perceive the world in their eyes,
What they envisioned now you know what the one eye means,
All as one, one as all.
The dream we in,
The mind be the eye
Living in the world of right and wrong
Black and white, boy and girl the duality
In this reality to pretending,
Man! We kids again playing dress up
Creating personas from our magical books
that we got from those phantom's,
The school of magic that's what earth is!
All about imagination and dark twisted fantasies,
We in a mad house! Induced with chemicals,
weakened so we never get out!
The prison of the mind,
Seven keys and three doors but one lock.
So what now?
The world we in
The soup cooked by witches,
Its thanks giving and we the feast
Dinned by wicked folks,
And all there riches
The last supper before the night ends.
Copyright © Piercing Words | Year Posted 2018
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