SHAKLABAZOO

The clouds are raining down

New words come out. They mean the same. I'm so confused.

To hell and back to reality. There is no reality. Where is my life?

The world is changing. I stay the same. I remain.

Pure inside. A rapture. Justified, you conquer.

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Everything is very real right now.  Not to say that it is not real any other time.  It is really real now, though.   The air even feels real.  The thunder is real.  The mind engulfs the sky.  The mind is infinite.  Everywhere is familiar.  You cannot right a wrong when wrong is all there is left.

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