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When I use my eyes, it seems as though I'm no longer alive.

Through distant memories love is strong, but only in my mind.

Creating time, I feel the pulse I bare is setting me aside, of what seems so convincing;

dualities of the mind.

The brutal nature of our kind is so embedded in our minds.

Living only when we have nothing, or nothing left to hide.

Out of our fears we wage our wars; fighting to fight, only for more.

Amongst ourselves we conquer, and this rots us from within.

Devoid of any meaning, we battle with ourselves.

So fearful of uncertainty we choose to live in Hell.

Controlling our dominions, illusions of our age.

Assuming to be certain, asserting to be saved.

Will the lack of any reason ever justify the end?

Falsifying certainties and writing off the dead.

Controlling our dominions and all within our cage.

Forwards here is backwards now.

When I use my eyes, it seems as though I'm no longer alive.

Distant memories they'll follow me and show me where I hide.

Knowledge and stupidity, envy and good will.

Wisdom and enslavement, Dualities.