Fettered World


Fettered to a spinning sphere
This arid world is plauged by pleasures lure and vain animosity
Illusion but a guise for the reality inside
To rear up again the consciences seared
We must delve into the mystery of our own inner-selves
And find the keys to dreams afloat behind a lucid door​



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