Apokalypsis
At some point
The true will
Reveal its-self
Unwrap its self
Letting the shadows
dissolve
Being
Naked
All pretense
Burnt away
All lies
Burnt Away
All petty neurosis
burnt away
Gone
Little comings
and goings
The fabric of the ego
The small job,
The small hang-ups,
The small bickers
The memos and e-mails
The credit cards
The petty little car
Burnt
Leaving behind a world
backend by truth
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