Everything,
cost.
Nothing,
shall forever be,
free.
For,
as one exist as this,
external being.
One,
finds the absence of,
a soul.
The absence of,
humanity.
For,
such shall be tethered,
to this,
physiological seeking.
This,
incessant wanting.
This,
constant conversion,
regarding that of needs.
Within such,
finds oneself,
constantly becoming,
nothing.
Constantly,
becoming such,
whilst believing,
this nothing exist as,
everything.
Oh,
the cost of such.
The,
cost of believing anything external,
shall tame your soul.
That,
such shall,
make you whole.
Oh,
how such shall forever be,
a falsity.
Shall,
forever be this illusion,
one deems reality.
Shall,
forever be absent,
the simplicity of actuality.
Wonder,
I do,
of these beings.
These,
which shall never be free.
These,
which shall forever run,
from nothing...
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