we're not who we think we are


our illusions of love and faith

just a drug to soothe troubled minds


but when of our false beliefs we're relieved

and realize nothing has changed

for all our praying and sleeve-tearing


then you rage and boil and then subside

into the grave of our making


as long as we're in this skin

we only know to the limits of our grasp

and even if we did transcend


it is never ours to know for sure....




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