I dodge the rent of perception,
i know i'm doing the right thing.
if the right thing isnt fear.

Forgetting all things as they are,
i am being called to my ancestors.
something they -knew-
something anciet.
something infathomable by those unwilling to divert and experience the unknown.
to travel to inner space and discover what they left for me.

i'm getting closer and closer to understanding.
there is a world out there amidst us.
flaunting itself in an effort for us to see, but we dare not.
whispering and winking, hoping we catch a glance.
this ancient secret. bore through man kind.
what is reality is only OUR reality.
a reality beyond what we know is evident.
something induced only by nature.
only seen when you are couragouse enough to view it.

do you lack the fear? are you brave enough?
to see what i've seen.
to be visited by phantom beings.
where the Familiars lurk and beckon.
whirling and writhing colors: the color of love is black.

I am not afraid. I want to Know what it wants to tell us.
To feel the eternal bliss of death kissing me gently on the lips.
To be reaped amoung that which was not sowed.

Shit, I actually think that's very good.

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I thought the first part was really good, but it sort of disappointed me from the last line in the next to last verse to the end here and there. Maybe because I was getting a more cosmic vibe from what you wrote in the rest. It settled into a cut and dried place instead of leaving wonderment.
It's not bad at all though. There's a lot of pretty cool thoughts in it.

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