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The game of delusion.
Die already!
Just kill yourself off
The part that fakes
The needless displays
The pointless points
Lay the stars corners
The right way up
Point to the land of death
Travel those scapes
find a new birthing place
You are not welcome
So why stay?
Go and come back another way
There is no truth that is kind
No pleasure without its cost in time
The phallacies programmed in your mind
Have no real resonance here
So bring it to oblivion
And shape from that echo
And that void's space a way
To be.
Find a new scape
Kill it off
Let it die
And come back to real life
