I am merely an illusion, thought you seen me? But its confusion, how ill roam through your mind so soothing, yet I’m slowly bruising, your insides, their oozing. But you are lost in this mirage. You see a clear path when it is truly fogged.

I am like hypnosis leading you blindly and leaving you to think you’re focused. But this is merely hocus pocus... tricks of the old books the old days. I changed your history to build your new days.

I keep your head held high with lies and deception of what’s happening.

I keep you thinking your voice is herd when your words are not even spoken.

You don’t even know me, but you will continue to fight for me. For there is no other way.

I am of the enlightened ones. The son of God, Osiris, Christ. Resurrection, an assumption made twice.

You cannot even find me because they have hidden me so politely

Who am I?

There are 3 answers, 1 for each part of the riddle. But they are only clues to the 1 answer for the whole riddle