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The Ilusion
I still remember, the
Fatal blow.
The falling curtains, the
End of the show.
Can't tell, if it was a
Friend or a foe,
Embraced the night, a
Long time ago.
The promise of light is an
Acidic slur,
It's memory a
Noisy blur,
Confounds you in
Dreary fear.
The end of confusion is a
Foregone conclusion,
The reality of truth is a
Shocking illusion.
Fatal blow.
The falling curtains, the
End of the show.
Can't tell, if it was a
Friend or a foe,
Embraced the night, a
Long time ago.
The promise of light is an
Acidic slur,
It's memory a
Noisy blur,
Confounds you in
Dreary fear.
The end of confusion is a
Foregone conclusion,
The reality of truth is a
Shocking illusion.
Published 20th Jan 2018
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