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But He Saw her Coming


There's a gap between reality and Reality,

reality is an imposter.

No one knew until now,

but I finally caught her.

My intentions are to expose her,

but I don't mean to confuse you, she is not a monster.

 

reality was set aside,

hidden, waiting patiently,

ready for Reality to be compromised.

He saw her coming and knew she was to be crushed,

something like a curse,

if only we could have known she meant to trap us.

And fight we must, so we can be free and restore Reality.

reality is like being in a deep sleep.

Only we know not

and someone needs to awaken so it can stop.

 

But the hill to that point is steep.

In this condition we are blinded by glory and power,

as if it's the last cookie in the jar.

And we are fighting, still fighting, constantly fighting

for something that its true existence is oh so far.

It's a fight to Hell,

but if that's what you want, might as well.

 

Because we sell our souls

and abandon our morals and integrity all for our 15 minutes,

unkowingly tapping into things we cannot control.

But to you it's a lifetime,

and after death it's life

and because you chose a life of strife,

allowing yourself to be fooled by a Righteous look-alike,

you were deceived by reality to fight for a lie with all your might.

 

And now your soul is damned

and no amount of time can tell

how long you must endure those eternal flames of that foresaking Hell.

And the cycle continues because we imitate what we see,

but you must make that decision "not me."

Then you have awoken.

You've found the key to this deep sleep.

 

But no confusion,

reality is not a monster.

She is the off-spring of evil with only one purpose on her roster.

Like a thief in the night, she steals faith.

Like a coward would take out his foe,

she kills purpose without a woe.

And slyly she destroys souls

that only in the end will you know.

 

So there's a gap between reality and Reality,

but He saw her coming and knew she was to be crushed,

that's why He put a Ram in the bush.

See Reality is what was meant for us.

Once we all thrived there,

and now our challenge is to get out of here.

With the key you can find your with ease

and release yourself from this trap meant to bind us,

then use it to enlighten the rest of us.

Reality is waiting

with the the elegance of a lady,

so we can get back to the heart of our truth,

and live our lives with love and grace

at our own pace.

 

In Reality we don't tear down others

or take use in the power of destruction all for our benefit,

which is not mutual in our habitat.

Our sight is restored 

and we can see the spiritual and natural.

Our intentions are pure

and tribulations replace manipulations.

 

As the key is multipled and the more awakened increases,

the gap gradually decreases.

Soon reality is no more that we find it in pieces.

There is no gap between reality and Reality.

 

Reality is no longer far

and with reality gone,

we can finally see the stars.

They remind us of the thousands of lights we were in the darkness

and how we harnessed the power to overcome

and we overcame.

 

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