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The World
he awoke from the Dream where the world was His
the nightmarish illusion that he was to blame
too much to bear, too sickening to loose
his conflicting thoughts distracted him
from the fact that his hands
were deeply devoted
deeply burned
there had been colonies again
the World was nothing more than a vortex
or an antecedant to the pronoun Him
the moon shone onto the sun
which had formed without the aid of fusion
or fission for the World
is not allowed to create itself
the dream had elapsed several millenia
eight minutes
it was the longest he had slept in a while
the nightmarish illusion that he was to blame
too much to bear, too sickening to loose
his conflicting thoughts distracted him
from the fact that his hands
were deeply devoted
deeply burned
there had been colonies again
the World was nothing more than a vortex
or an antecedant to the pronoun Him
the moon shone onto the sun
which had formed without the aid of fusion
or fission for the World
is not allowed to create itself
the dream had elapsed several millenia
eight minutes
it was the longest he had slept in a while
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