Defy

Do not try to defy creation

See the works through a looking glass.

Within our reach is a fading horizon,

Where flames burn brightly inside of us.

We are hallucinating.

Our reality is defied.

Each eclipse inciting us to the edge.

Each blood red moon being our calling to the chasm.

Just to find it has all been a lie.

This time, our minds speak the truth, but through lies.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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