Our Denial, a Paradox.

There exist a place of such magnificence,
Where treasure holds true and knowledge holds you,
An endless map lays in evidence,
A puzzle to be construed, discovery is due.

Such amazement detoured from fascination of being,
Lost by a cause much selfish than is known,
An illusion blankets every sight of feeling,
A life of false freedom and conformity. We are owned.

To discover these riches of what lies before,
Vacant ourselves from all inculcation encountered,
Remove the credence of what have been stored,
Leaving nothing else to be accounted.

Reform thyself from the programs of thought,
Then all that is left is nothingness reaching,
For all the wars that each of us has fought,
Withered away in peace from the resolve we are seeking.

Refute such solutions of these imposters and half truths,
The shackles that encapsulate our every move,
Only with this denial, a new hope will manifest,
Re-building our home together as equals and nothing less.

Yet we are accepting the bombardment of lies,
Forging beliefs that is tying us up for our own demise,
We put confidence to this con, hoping we will rise,
Folding our hand, surrendering the dice.

Then slowly but surely, such magnificence we will forget,
The magic we hold and our essence withering away,
The future of mental slavery we will then blindly accept,
A debt with our lives, all of us will have to pay.

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