Friday, May 4, 2012

To be liberated from the trite
Is the elevated form of existence
The ascension into the night
Offering death no resistance

The prevention of delusions
From controlling your mind
Forcing you into deep confusion
Until you realize it's time

There is nothing left for you in this world
The myriad of mirages have dissipated
There is only the final frontier, the last hurdle
You must make a last leap of faith to be sated

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