May 14, 2009
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I reside with light, and am engulfed daily.
Pride begets my misery for what others cannot shed.
What arrogance beheld by intellects grabbing greedily.
Creation is not the wrong,
You simply lack the meaning.
Look what I have wroth,
An awful, scheming plot.
Allow me to disclose that you have no concept of what is truly real.
Life will always be less real.
Find true meaning.

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