Delusion
What lies beneath the skin,
At the core of us all?
A soul twisted with sin,
Hidden behind a fancy wall?
Perhaps simply nothing is there,
Nothing beyond a body and brain,
Devoted to escaping that final snare
And shallow pleasure to keep them sane.
It's interpreted in so many ways,
the most common: to be ignorant,
Afraid of an answer to clear the haze,
And accept change always as incipient.
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