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Chapter One

Build that which exists,

Not one, but many...

Yonder beyond

In the realm of paradise

Here and now.

The thought, the sight...

Kills us softly, with knife

Sharper than the tongue.

Chapter Two

Has the city been plundered

The lanes deserted, lives lost,

Mortal remains in sacks...

The enemy stands, deluded

In bloodbath of sorrow

Truly, is it not the delusion...

Of our mighty senses.

Chapter Three

You live in peace, the rest

In sorrow.

Live like a hermit, but stay

A miser.

The benefits of both worlds,

Within your reach...

Nay indeed, is this not

The delusion of our senses?

A world built on sensorium,

A world built on fragile senses

Is a world bound to break apart,

Shattered beyond, into thousand...

Pieces

End

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