Back-alley art gallery,
a place that holds the truth,
encapsulated in a silhouetted frame,
beneath all of your perceptions.
The truth holds many truths,
but a lie holds even more,
how many cold-hearted murderers become gods?
Our perceptions mould the truth.
They're here to help,
here to help,
here to help,
help,
help us sink further and further into the abyss,
further into the system in which we are forever trapped.
Funny, we choose not to choose,
we choose the lie.
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