AnswerS
Chaos is freedom
Order restricts
Form is a limit
Void, the escape.
Apathy's balanced
Concern, an extreme.
Fantasy lives
While reality dreams.
The search is in vain;
To cease is to find.
The thinker is stumped
The observer is blind.
The soul is an ego
One's body, a mind.
Being is empty
Yet existence still sacred
Corruption goes clothed
And all virtue lies naked ...
Passion is searing
Love soothing 'til calm.
"Nothing is holy"
Makes any song a psalm.
Equally valid when reversed are these truths:
Vice-versa is law—as each lie has its use.






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