Surrounded by lies
Wading through the muck
Picking out the sharpened teeth
Licking the bones of those who have lost
The puddle is gray
Even the honorable are not without hubris
Even the wicked are just a symptom
Now the chsins have been unlinked
But this sin is mine alone
Deeply mired without a good escape
The truth will not liberate
For it has been too long
The coffee is brewed with lies
And filtered to obscure
Here we sit in a puddle of lies
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psychologistmimi 
We Systemize For order out of Chaos Truth Gold
Standard yet as Neuroscience
Shows We All Hallucinate
Our current Reality Based
On Past ExperienceS How
Easy We May Fall to
Matrix order of
Lies fed from
Birth the light
Or dark alternatively
We Will generate
Within Escaping
Matrix oF Lies
The Emperor’s
Clothes in Deed
A Challenge for most🦅
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Maybe we are all in on one big collective hallucination
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Haha! Synchronicity!
Plays its Tune Egregores
All Around
Waiting
For
Dream
‘TiMe’
Fruition..;)
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Grade A!
“I didn’t lie, I merely gave you the truth that best fit your ideals
For my truth is toxic to all but me, so I know better to lie!”
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