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From a pedestal of wishful thinking,

warped by the need for make believe,

A fool’s persona proselytizes

their drug induced beliefs.

Posturing as the pinnacle

of all human perception,

jerking off to manuscripts

in a warm modern home.

Admitting the faults of faith

while wholeheartedly flaunting their own.

The left hand path is decorated just the same,

worshipping all things

as greater than they are.

Rejecting the crucifix

but still chugging the wine.

Passing off hallucination

as something divine.

Sleep paralysis

or just a drunkard’s rest?

There is nothing deeper

to an inebriated vision.

Just stumbling and vomit,

slurred words and lost ideas.

Confirmation bias via intoxication,

enlightenment without critique.

Brain injury necessary

to perceive the fantasy.

I take issue with this methodology,

and the false certainty it grants.

The tantra of bullshit pedallers.

if a man sees a ghost in the smoke,

why should anyone give a shit?