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Mesmerized, obedient

By the force of trickery and self deceit

The creatures of this scorched earth

Smoldering quantas of energy

 Creation of an “I”

Through the labyrinths of thought

The spiral shape is the constructor

Of Self

A delusion will soon be born

The delusion of psyche and will

As I dive in nothingness

The cosmogony equals sameness

This world was built by them

To believe that the kingdom

Will never end

A determinist chaos ignores them

When past and future is one

The repartition of random energy

Enhanced by the absence of act

Damn your fake world

Creation of an “I”

Through the labyrinths of thought

The spiral shape is the constructor

Of Self

A delusion will soon be born

In the darkness I live

The arcane light is devoured by them