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Crystal Clear Perception

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The malefic process that eats away my mind
It is placed aside with each day's sunrise
I curse the god's that make me cry
And play along this game I try

Peripheral deamons taunt my dreaming gaze
Invitations to surrender this dark game
Razorblade eyes engulf innocent with pain
The unaware rape each other without shame,
without shame

And left I am to marvel at a spectical civilization
Aghast with wonder, how we even made't thus far
A circus spewing forth its wretched implication
Viewed in horror as my mind dissolves

Convince me, that these walls that bind are real
Convince me, that this is really flesh I feel
Convince me, of the said sweet sound I hear
Convince me, that our souls can be healed

Tempted by notion of existance eternally
With doubts these walls define what I am to be
The unspoken force that seeks to bind and confine me
Discovered in crystaline interaction apogee

The acids that melt and tear away,
The fake reality that we choose to play
We pray for justice and truth every passing day
Will we ever melt the shackles and chains away

Taunting the deamonic mastery illusion
Engulfed in crystalline perceptive beauty
Discovering the doors outside their confusion
And the insight of phantasmic harmony

Convince me, that these walls that bind are real
Convince me, that this is really flesh I feel
Convince me, of the said sweet sound I hear
Convince me, that our souls can be healed
 
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Convince me, that these walls that bind are real
Convince me, that this is really flesh I feel
Convince me, of the said sweet sound I hear
Convince me, that our souls can be healed

I was really surprised no one remarked on this,

that particular part hit me, of so true sometimes we need convinced to move on and heal


awesome work !
 
I've been meaning to reply to this poem for a few days, I keep clicking on it, and hitting the reply button and then either getting disconnected or being distracted in some other way. This poem is fucking great, I really enjoy the way in which you summarise the psychadelically influenced vision of the decacying rotting society in which we try to live our lives, oblivious to truth.

An extremely good poem, one to be proud of. :)

-plaz out-
 
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