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An exposed glitch

An exposed glitch

Gravitational forces grip our skeletons to the cold ground
Forcing us to scurry around
But we are delusional to our form.

I see more than you could ever perceive
A projection and much more.

People are holograms from computers
Designed from above to live for reasons misunderstood.

Yes, I have it, projections.

I can alter my physical state
Through simple calculations of ones and zeros
Forcing atoms to segregate and disperse
Creating anti gravity positions and weak walls that I may shape and mold.

I view you all, humans of earth from death to birthΒ 
I am witness to the lack of understanding and evolution you possessΒ 
PROJECTIONS PROJECTIONS IS ALL YOU ARE HUMANS OF EARTHΒ 
PROJECTIONS FROM ABOVE.

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lodigiana

Hi Gerard, Β I think that in some way we are from a similar mould...you are seeing through another perspective but one that I totally understand!!!sometimes we should all question the 'reality' we exist within and look beyond.I loved the imagery you have depicted.As a child I used to wonder if in fact I was the only being/ creation actually in existence and everything else was illusion...yes indeed I was considered a strange child! ..love this piece very much!Β 
Lodigiana xx

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Nine Eleven

Strange is good, to question reality is Human. My existence stems from pain, when I was young a terrible thing happened to me and my family, the tradagey cast my youth into a world that I was not ready for, it made me question humanity so much that I began to fear, everyday I feared what we are capable of and this caused me to turn my back on what we class as reality, I developed a coping mechanism in which I still use today, when I fear for my life or the life of my loved ones I go away, not physically but mentally, I go to a place beyond the Vail and that's when I write, that's where I see the true world we live in. It is nice to read your words, it is nice to know that you understand and live in a world like mine. Thank you.

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Nine Eleven

Thank you Lisa, I think I might of been high on pseudo ephedrine or codine at the time of writing this, I have conjured up alot of very real images that have sculpted who I am In this ever expanding universe.

Thank you for reading my mind.Β 

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