I'll triumph in the duel of illusion.
Got it? Forget. Remember.
I'm firm and stiff in my solution
Now more than ever.
Metal filings clogged my windpipe,
So you need to blast my lungs.
And let my whole flesh turn into tripe,
I anyway pledged the last chance.
Through the mountains of an approaching mirage
I'll make my way into stardust.
But exposed myself to merciless tillage,
I'll discover that the illusion was just bust.
17. 01. 2021.
Fictional illusion
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