this madness truth
where only false is god
what work are we to do
where none will follow
gone simply
attracts the few
leaving all behind
the unbearable weight of lies shed
dragging no more the yoke of matter
are birds less than the sky
could any one be free
if there was less sky
as i wander into heavens domain
the palaces are filled with light
and the courtyards crowded
yet below there is still the hunger
unfed and demanding their own
for we are all that
and never free from knowing
what is one
yet not
is never done alone
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