I pierce through shadows and dark depression,
I peel apart like an onion
I rip and I tear and I destroy
for the power and the thought is mine.
I have electric eyes of madness
seeing farther than the truth
dying to brown and yellow and red
and rising forth in white.
Peer through the layers of reality
each by each
what do you see at its heart?
There is no reality, no truth, no-thing
we imagine our world
and fix it in place together
so few can see its falsity.
But I can.
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