that physical plane crap they like to talk about
and sell us for our dollars or our souls
don't even exist on this little plane
the only true security is who and what we are
and where and all that other stuff we like to think about
thinking is a stupid beings dream
no more than a crutch for a cripple
and cripples are what we have become
with our imitation faces
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