What you see is not real
Its a cover like a peel,
Inverse of a perfect deal,
I'd wake up inside a black-hole
Pictured above a sad soul,
Hanging upon a flag pole
A single use of imagination
Is a confrontation of acclamation,
The doomed youth of this generation
A vision of denaturation,
I call it an affixiation
The reason to this contemplation
After all its ambiguity
Blinding us from possibility,
Causing electro negativity.
Called it amiss amendment
the delusion of a commandment,
A demented department.
Sat on the ground and fell,
Wouldn't believe so I did not tell,
God's curse or a cruel spell,
I conclude a manifest
still thinking its all a test,
Striving to be the best,
Witness to this Optical Illusion
My practical conclusion
