Do not become lost
In this projection
This hologram
The unequivocal divine
Within your chest
Was thence spoken of
By sages
In ancient lands.
Foreign tongues
Spoke honey-imbued symphonies
Of essential truths.
These
These truths
Become unforeign
When correct understanding
Erases that
Prior
Sense of alienated woe.
Thus,
Sorrow
Does not exist
Outside
The projection
Where
Wandering souls
Remain entrapped.
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