A False Reality
A poem
Sleep child, for the stars now assuage the fury of your unrepentant foes. Dress yourself in the identity of royalty and believe in the imminence of rationality. Tell calmness the dimensions of your room and lend it the authority to reign.
The excellence of divinity loves you in a most spectacular light and the priceless treasuries of Heaven are all yours without strife or contest. You’re adored to exist twice and your tabernacles truly perch in paradisal estates.
You’re a giant in the domain of men and a colossus with a dignified mental acumen. The anointing is fervent, immensely potent and of great seismic strength — enough to rattle your fragile earthly build and make you a maestro of matchless, scholarly profundities.
The offering of your heart is kindness so betrayal is miles away from your character, and neither will you divulge the tale of confidential secrets. The empires of Heaven are your bodyguards and you’re an embodiment of the concretization of virtue.
You walked the course of erudition and magnified the landscapes of intellectualism and academia. You were bright from the illuminating beacon of divinity, and certainly wiser than the cognitive masteries of witty, phenomenal angels.
The renown of your genius mingled in the realms of abstraction and you pondered the mystified secrets of the earth shrouded in the cloak of secrecy. But the excellence of your mental dexterity is found enmeshed in the rubble and quagmire of disillusionment.
Your mind is awake to fictitious worlds proving so convincing therefore you’re sure with all certainty that you caress the substance of trueness. Your perception is alive to distinct voices and you pride in the vivid manifestation of the unseen.
The visions of your eyes are absent yet they see and your gaiety is fat to imbue you with exhilarating euphoria so you’re pleasured in the absence of stimuli. You love the spaces your soul frolics in, and with all assuredness, you stroke the physicality of the authentic.
The stars are delightsome in their shimmering robes and the audacity that speaks surely can’t be lying. You levitate above the crests of majestic heights and drink the inebriating wine served in goblets on the platforms of Cloud Nine.
The alertness of your senses is attuned to the present but you’re transposed to foreign settings. The orderliness of your mind is berserk and the hoax of devils is meticulously implemented so the harrowing ordeal of genius is alongside a false reality.
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