Unseen Truth

The realms of truth go unheard,
because they are asphyxiated on their own verity.
The stretch for true life is far too distant
for the typical person to ever come across.
Their eyes are sealed from it all,
for ignorance has always been bliss.
To be as one, none are unique,
for in these days, it is made for all souls to be the same.

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