this is areligious, btw.
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In this asylum,
Where madness mingles with curious consciousness
It isn't the devil on your shoulder
Who debilitates and obstructs
Lines of action and inaction--
Those remain, in our mental periphery
Sharper and larger than life.
Rather, it is the calculated
Censorship we force
Unto ourselves that
Categorically disables us
And drives us partially
Insane.

And then the other
One part reason,
Still awake and watchfully sublime,
Struggles not to drown its master
In a hopeless paradigm.

So desperate yet cautious
Is this paradox of wills,
Inadvertent misreflections
Of an undercurrent flowing still.

Perpetuated in this chaos,
We cross but never meet:
Uncatalyzed reactions mired instead,
In disjointed collisions.
Uncertainty rooting the ground
To our feet.

Make or break, this
Pathway to the future
Needs a ball from your court.

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will you throw it? haha.