Weakness of Reality
Let's make the sun pale white,
the moon crimson red.
Let's make the sky void of light,
the grass a dry shade of dead.
Let's make the sea a pitch colored night,
and push through it day after day
to balance our existence between death and life
and exist throughout an eternity of unknowable pain.
Let's take a dip in our boundless insanity,
let's stare up at the empty heavens in infamy,
and understand the true fact of our humanity.
We know nothing,
we see little,
yet we attempt to perceive everything,
even good and evil.
Our perception of colors are truly limited,
our ideas of a God are incredibly mundane,
and our thoughts of what life truly is are nothing more
than dreams in a well of that which can never be explained.
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