Poetry for Pink and Fluffy Unicorns...
|Freedom plays games with us all.
Even the rabbit,
running endlessly from monsters with shining bodies and stinking belches
claims freedom beyond our possession.
And yet we think otherwise. We have been deceived by freedom.
Freedom is nonexistent for those who would enslave others.
Belief lulls us into complacency.
Even the unicorn,
wandering endlessly within the folds of our subconscious minds
claims reality beyond our beliefs.
And yet we think otherwise. We have been deceived by belief.
Belief is nonexistent for those who would pay attention.
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