False Reality

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Level one-thirty in progress

It plays a game I do not know the rules to
It dangles itself in a mirror placed directly in front of me
I feel its presence ineffably, though it is not there within
I reach only to bust the retroflective layer of false reality
I come out of it
There a trillion meters on top a layer all wet by humanity

It lies unrelenting
With a smilе

I want to fuck it
For as long as I possibly can
I want to shred it in my teeth
Sculpt a metaphor with its remains
Yеt weak I remain
Impotent I shall stay
For its allergies to fading will become the death of me
Its lack of waning but its grasp on air is nothing I shall ever fancy

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Level one-thirty in progress

Prepare to launch in 3, 2, 1

Melting to the imprisoned image of a damaged mind
Ravaged by an unforgiving time
Expressed divinely by a man not a god who raps some timely
In the sinues of my aching body forced to travel blindly

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Level one-thirty in progress

Reporting district, division plus master beat