Fewer people are discovered and heard,
Arguing over the validity of a truth they see...
To witness.
Clearly there is a division of a consciousness,
Existing.
Opposed to the one,
Many insist that is wished.
Headed towards an abyss solicited,
Are those with beliefs delusions they can keep.
Although awaiting with an obvious permanance,
Are the facts of life to awaken those asleep.
Fewer people are discovered and heard,
Arguing over the validity of a truth they see...
To witness.
And those unaware their pretentions kept,
Will eventually leave them with no life left to live.
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