Feast Upon The Illusory

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“Perpetuate the struggles which you crave to hate”

I shall feast upon all that is false
As forever, upholding the illusion
Which I call myself
And the struggles which I crave to hate
Crave to hate

I shall feast upon
That which could have been myself
As I am dying
In this denying
Of all that contains in itself a reward, meaning and purpose
What I was not taught
Transparent, self-explanatory and shattering

Wiping the smear off my face, the rotten stench of the fog I induced
To instill some sense of meaning – ever-threatened, just illusion
See the patterns beyond this, which cannot die
From where I come, to where I will go

Shattering mob of dreams, hopes and screams
Quicksand life, fantasies, drowning sweetness

Smear on my face
Succumbed to the fog I induced
A fragile sense of meaning
Ever-threatened, just illusion, just illusion

Perpetuate
The struggles you crave to hate
The struggles you crave to hate

I shall feast upon all that is false
As forever, upholding the illusion
Which I call myself
And the struggles which I crave to hate
Crave to hate

I shall feast upon
That which could have been myself
As I am dying
In this denying
Of all that contains in itself a reward, meaning and purpose
What I was not taught
Transparent, self-explanatory and shattering

Wiping the smear off my face, the rotten stench of the fog I induced
To instill some sense of meaning – ever-threatened, just illusion
See the patterns beyond this, which cannot die
From where I come, to where I will go

Perpetuate
The struggles you crave to hate
Until you non-exist
Until you non-exist


Smear on your face
The fog you induced
A fragile sense of meaning
Ever-threatened

Non-exist