Delusional perceptions

Delusion isn’t sensed
When it is sacred
God isn’t dead
When he is feared.

Deep down within fear persists
Anger and rage not unknown
World sees through a peep hole
Even when the doors are all broke.

I paint tales that I see
With colors eyes can see.
What if canvas isn’t real
What if world isn’t real.

But then
I assumed nothing
I sensed nothing
I wrote nothing

Unlike the world of perceptions
Where pain is real but people aren’t
Whose dwellers lived as they wished
In a state of eternal inertia

Consummated to the idea of privilege
They never saw Noah’s coming
Adios amigo, said he
May you dwell in peace forever.


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