History repeats itself...

Truth ends where the written word begins
So, camp in the in-between
Where nothing can be found
And everything is

Life is in motion
The soft spot, undefined
Knowing before of any face
Any name or title

The lie will mirror
Approximate
Always trying to move closer
For a perfect copy

Yet Life, remains the Mystery
Of the unknowable
Essence
True

Build concepts
Call it a name
Draw its image
And you'll find
It no longer there

Only this moment exist
Within Life
Beyond time and space
The lie has stretched
Made it into past and future
Up and down
Light and dark
Left and right
Layer upon layer
Aeon upon aeon

Still, Mystery remain

Attack it all you can
If broken
Never real

Patterns of approximation
Going in and out
Making illusions
Of gods and devils
Ruling, tempting
Be not fooled like the ones on the hill
Mistaking the devil for God
In the light of their ruler
They shall fall
And in the name of the lie
They will perish

Looking real
Isn't Real
Lie
L-AI

After aeons of approximation
The lie will try to cut our connection divine
A finished mould
A copy of Life
Try, not succeed
Nano or pico
Doesn't matter
Life is Life
Copy is copy
Regardless

History repeats itself