Everything around, will eventually change
Everything that's right, will one day be strange
Every one alive, will soon be lost in the dust
So why do I attempt, to protect iron from rust
All these mindless actions
that drive me away
from that One real perfection
are ridiculous reactions
to my own faulty perceptions
My inability to see
to feel, to sublimate
in to absolute reality
and I continue to suffer
forever in eternity
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