This life is thick with pleasure tricks that point
Out paths we need not only walk past but cast
The sign of souls decline across the joint
To show that world corruption wears a mask.
These things, in play, mislead the way, with smiles
Unsourced and price coerced to fool our fawns
To graze in fields, though large, enclosed with wiles
That bind our hands and turn our minds to pawns.
Please take this time to learn about our time
In time, for then, the blindness fades to light
As layers peeled away reveal the sign
And loose the knot that grants the grace of might.
This world exists within your mind, still born
When borne by time, to beat the thought that mourns.
-MMF
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