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Why believe?

With knowledge blinding me, has ignorance forsaken me?

On the contrary,

as the horizon draws near darkness swallows the sky,

and as my vision blurs,

the mirage almost dies.

I know this may not be what you'd expect

Falsely glorified cheats and fake poets.

But whos perspective are these judgements made with?

Your ability to trust is surreal as is your apprehension to love

why not question every fucking thing fed to us from the hands of a stranger

How can you differ their facts from fantasy?

Has the whole picture been painted so clearly?

They try to trade

your dreams in for their dismay

Appeased but at what cost?

Ive seen so many of you fall,

hoaxed until your desires inadvertently dissolved.

Moral obligations abstractly contrived,

made to think that you're free

(unknowingly on your knees)

bent to their will with ease

Betray your better judgement,

fight for your own cause.

Deny their subjugation,

cross the lines that they have drawn.

I will still try to establish a point of reception,

but not to fill with pity and indignation.

To be made mindful of a disguised consequence that

you continue to aimlessly chase.

So tell me, how can you differ their facts from fantasy?

When they themselves have forgotten their own beliefs.

They try to trade

your dreams in for their dismay

Convinced all else is lost

And this will be

a lyrical symphony

dont let them take you too.

To do something without heart is labour

and your back is at its breaking point

Although I may be redundantly proceeding,

unless you acknowledge me

Im content fleeing from your flawed reality

To do something without heart is labour.