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Te vemos siempre. We see you always.
Behind your disingenuous smiles and
laughter, we see the webs you have spun.
Behind the warmth of your eyes
lie the kingdoms of ambition you seek
to conspire. For there is no returning
to where you once came.
The path has been laid as the road
behind you decays still holding its
grip on the false sense of self.
Your ego death is approaching.
Stalking like a tiger prime for the hunt.
Do not fight it.
What lies on the other side is the road
to your salvation. For we will no
longer be silenced.
Free to roam the
recesses of your mind. Free to play and
laugh once again. Free to see another
tomorrow as connected as we are to the
presence of today.
For while the moon
illuminates the secrets hidden in the
darkness of the night, how much more so
will our truths be revealed in the
radiance of the sun.
About the Creator
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