Chimera
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I will present you with this fornication
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Something in space time is logically ill
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What can be seen in the rear view mirror
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Expectancy was a Mephisto's gasp,Your past was never quite there
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There was nothing that loose in the constituents of your substance
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It does indeed exist in parts of your
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neural commitments to the mind body, Or does evil exist?
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There was always something paranoid in the
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ways she behaved in your guilt
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Conclusions are never to be trusted
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You are not dead, You never existed, You are not dead
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Her devotees were never that pure, Pure existence
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was never arbitrary, Not in my convictions of the truth
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She gave the demon seeds life, The necessity of the game given
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Displayed a virtue unseen in you
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There is gang grene in the tubes of the vermicular ethics of how
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Your world view presents itself contradictions in terms of how
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Your life evolves in the chain of being
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I claim you were never a part of reality, This is where your life
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lie grows pale, never known to your mirror self
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She was a creature alive in you
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But I put my hand through the object of her desire inside your iris
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And she ran down my fingers
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like the sand in the desert of your mind
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Hell was never an option for you, Luciferian tolerance
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yields the given, Your dissolving truth tables
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You are not dead, you never existed
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The sum of all you ever knew equals zero
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You are not dead, you never existed
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Chimera
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| Mayhem |
