Mystical realities provoke my understanding,
Inside their realer minds is a disease called wisdom,
It shines beyond belief and creates more knowledge.
Mysterious victims of disbelief surprise the beings
That consider the time to be overridden with rats
In the dark, rats up on the shelves, and single stains.
The dream of a century has elapsed and discovered my
Real mind that converges and carries rare events,
To be fortresses and wines, to be devils and sign.
I have signatures in this world that drive a reality
Of the wholesome food, each foodstuff is a definition,
Each of us have eaten the sum of numbers.
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