strange world

There is a world where the people are invisible  
Their thoughts appear to represent each other's mind  
They interweave and they are shaping the physical  
My own is shallow, egotistical and blind.
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They get attached to a mass mental authority  
They are victimized in the sight of blackest thoughts
I realize they are not the minority
This world is governed by chaotic forceful gods.
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Within this chaos, there is infinite infinity  
They are determined to stay alive at any cost
They often pray to their own holy trinity
The Ether, Time and the Feelings of their host.
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Inside this world nothing is impossible  
There are no laws that are applied except one
It's written effortlessly but seldom gets audible
This world is here to be a  mirror for the man.
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The man can't see the refined odd reflection  
Or even worse, the identity becomes the world
Somewhere on the way the dynamic of attraction  
is baptised fate or the will of a strange lord.