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Chapter One
Build that which exists,
Not one, but many...
Yonder beyond
In the realm of paradise
Here and now.
The thought, the sight...
Kills us softly, with knife
Sharper than the tongue.
Chapter Two
Has the city been plundered
The lanes deserted, lives lost,
Mortal remains in sacks...
The enemy stands, deluded
In bloodbath of sorrow
Truly, is it not the delusion...
Of our mighty senses.
Chapter Three
You live in peace, the rest
In sorrow.
Live like a hermit, but stay
A miser.
The benefits of both worlds,
Within your reach...
Nay indeed, is this not
The delusion of our senses?
A world built on sensorium,
A world built on fragile senses
Is a world bound to break apart,
Shattered beyond, into thousand...
Pieces
End
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Imagery/Video: Orignal/Digital art
Visuals: @weone
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