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A Messed Up Consciousness


"Consciousness: What if it is a single conscious playing parallel. What if it is not the small part of the universe. What if it is the ultimate one, and the universe is an instance of it."

If ever you rushed like this earth was fast splitting apart,
If ever you rushed while your back still lied on a soft cushion;
You may breeze in to me, for I too have run miles while I stood still.
Can you trust me with your gun? As I offer to take you somewhere downhill.
You wondered how well I know, when you haven’t even explained,
But then I said I don’t. I just shot you down under the screams of a military drill.
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Oh, those cries of pain and broken flesh, it felt like a midnight melody;
I might shoot another leg of yours, if you crawl somewhere else for empathy.
You don’t realize that you create, what all you run away from in fear,
Never believed the Hill was haunted? Still kept this gun along all through the year.
Hey! Lower your voice! I know you never wanted to cry out for help.
You yourself chose to suffer the pain of a bullet shot, watching this peaceful chandelier.
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It might kill you inside if I confess your senses created the universe you know.
That you are not a little trace of it, but yourself a messed up infinity.
You are the one consciousness that imagined dawn, rationality and youth.
And you are the one consciousness to imagine me here shooting at you.
You blame the world for some hatred while being in the crisis to exist,
Here you yourself create the agony, while the search for pain is your truth.
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Why you shot yourself, like all your other living instances eventually do?
Why you created me to blame? To portray that you couldn’t ever harm you?
Deep within you know, I am another part of your living ideology,
It is what that hates yourself, and harms your other instances without an apology.
It is you that kills thousands of you, for a throne that is already yours;
Dear! You’re just a messed up God, and here I shoot you to rule my own cosmology.
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~ShubhanshuVijay

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