Our bodies are but an illusion to the eye. Its just like magic its an illusion to prevent you from seeing what is actually there. Many of us are led on by what is visible to the naked eye. Faith becomes extinct as we crave proof. Its easy to simply believe in a word and is a battle to question. The mind is controlling and possessive, canning. Leading you to believe you have control when in reality it has us hooked up like a PS3. We are somewhat of a program the way society plays us. The belief that we are what cant be seen becomes more of the truth everyday, the way my passion for more that what iv been taught scratches desperately at the surface of its armor dreaming of its escape.
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