.A cold gaze of the unreal
False realms of our inanimate children
Through veins do not coarse, synapses are fired
As we travel through a twisted paradise
Of our own making, a realm of indulgence
Of lust and power>
The decay of reality
Myriad of pleasures
Repeating endle.
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