charismatic nonsense
seen as glimpses of angels
from one whose entire
world is in flames.

black noose of knowledge
rapes the life out of hope
while the demons inside
set to laughter.

former perceptions wash away
as silt from the shores of
everlasting conscience.

daring to say that this
game we play is real
yet choked by illusion...

...freed through my soul's evolution.

by Stephanie Wood

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