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Bastion of light

cozied up inside our hearts

peace

come lay your head down and

enjoy brief respite here

theres plenty of space to breathe

clear your mind of everything

eyes projecting all you "see"

falling again

into the trap of objectivity

theres no such thing

lie

what is objective

when everything is subjective? (x2)

Fie

hate breeds sickness

like ergot wheat

behind the eyes

thought can will a cure

death is sold as a finality

its discovery is the ability

of enevibility

so I fall back into the traps of mind

i belong

i belong

i belong

i belong

i belong

i belong