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A smokescreen circumvents the insight to repent

Head games, false pretense, decisive argument

Hallucinations and firm delusions

A mirror cabinet, our soul's bayonet

Emerald Percepticon

The ire of things forgone

Mirage of deceit

Our eyes made to bleed

It's there not here

Utopia's Auctioneer drawing us to illusion

A permanent solution

Irreversible choice, an irrevocable voice

Irreperably torn, irretrievably forlorn

Emerald Percepticon

The ire of things forgone

Mirage of deceit

Our eyes are made to bleed

Avoid avert deflect abstain responsibility

Catching up will be the pain to tranquility