The darkness that over comes the memory
is too much to bare for the enemy,
that lives off the thrill,
of believing they have free will,
but nothing that exist is free,
but just an an illusion actually,
of ones only mental vision,
that convinces you your not in a prison,
but everyone has puppet strings,
controlled by unseen things,
and we are just their pawn,
from a reality that can never be withdrawn.
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