My delusion world,
Constant uncertainty,
Withers to trap me
In a prison of the senses.
If I look past the burning
Of eyes, ears…thoughts…
I am left with freedom
And the blissful Kingdom therein.
Glory to the brevity
And praise to the end,
Life is not meant to linger
But rather to be lived.
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