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They say that looks can be deceiving.[1]
More and more, I find myself believing that,
As I’m torn between the facts my eyes deliver and the translation my brain extracts.[2]
If what I see is what I get, that’s all I have and nothing more.
Still, my mind loves to conjure –
illusory perceptions, cunningly woven fabrications of its invention
So with every look I give I find I live in tension
between what I know and what truly is[3]

They say the eyes are windows to the soul
But less and less I feel it stressed to look in two big black holes
Mere physical features of social creatures, there’s nothing more there to behold
Or so I’m told[4]
But what then of beauty?
Where then does it lie,
if not in the eyes of an immortal
Past those black, those glassy portals
unto perspicuity
into the essence of a being[5]

They say that death remedies all ills
It cures all that it kills ending pain and ending want
Ending rule of lands by tyrant gods who have all power that they flaunt[6]
But this death will also daunt the meek and lowly of the earth
Alongside the evil sycophant who disgraces his own birth[7]
While death may cure the ills that time will build within a fallen creature
Who will cure us of this feature
Which [also] haunts and destroys all mirth[8]

As now I look into the face of death I see it has no eyes[9]
Indiscriminate destroyer, harbinger of all’s demise
Just a windowless employer of a broken space and time
Soulless creature with no beauty
Pure darkness, devoid of life
When I look, I don’t see deceit
Just pure and simple explanation
Evil’s embodiment replete
For once in my life I don’t feel a shred of tension
There’s not an ounce of beauty here to see
No panacea to remedy
I see no illusion
No soul
Nothing to make one whole

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