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Words for the same thing
You make it so on top of
The essence of reality
You call it into being as
Being what it is or is not
Without you it would rest
It would not be what it became
Things, parts, pieces, places
They know not who or what they are
Until you give them name
Perception has left you wanting
Craving to see, to here, to feel
You came out of them
They toy with you
Invading the place where you stand
Living inside of you
More and more they come
Filling you up with sickness
They live inside your head
They are you, you are them
The man slave, the whore
The gobble monster
Beans, cookies, rice and milk
Santa Claus
The Easter bunny
The I AM
We, us and they
A construct, a manifestation
A priority
Time flies
Gotta go
Been there done that
You will not escape this mad reckoning
You are trapped on the wheel
The undercarriage of the way
Stop, Look, Listen
There’s more to come
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