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Close Your Eyes, Open Your Mouth!

Producing the possible, from which the impossible reside. Choosing what's just, our minds can't decide. Assuming illusion, procuring self-delusions, from questions with opinions but no certain conclusions. The mind elusive. The lies you sooth with. The dream you implant, and the ways you move it. My intentions, this ascension. Which guides my direction. These chains of oppression. Dictated by selection. Am I the only one? Is this story unsung? My words tell my world, My words share my kind, Lock my cell door, But you can't lock my mind.

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