Sentinel - The Fabrication
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I will seize the day when I have no roles left to play

Illusions of clarity abound
Out of body examination
The eyes meeting, interlocking
Mirrors reflecting evermore

Contorted creatures
Apparitions of haunting association
Claiming unity and connection
Fragments of a once pristine creation

Silence the solemn shades

A shadows' shadow under the light of scrutiny
Is there no hope of oblivion?

Introverted searching
Will there be peace?
Will these banished masks haunt my dreams?
A bitter shell unnoticed in the masquerade
This visage is a façade of your creation
These acts I shall carry out till I have no faces to discard

I must augment myself

I will seize the day when I have no roles left to play

Falsifying connection
Repetition of contact
An endless cycle that I find no worth in

Bathe me in delusions of self
Awash, drowning in your expectations
I just wish to abandon the lie

I will seize the day when I have no roles left to play
The first day of truth
The final day of existence

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