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Give thanks for the illusions
For it is they alone who sustain us
They alone who bind our hopeless unions
They alone who pervade reality
They alone who filter truth with the morning brew
They who feed us esteem with gluttony
They who shield us from conspiracy
They who protect our innocence from undesirable things
They who guard our beloved ignorance
All this they achieve without drawing a look
Hiding in between the pages of the books
So deeply weaved so as to never be seen
Give thanks for these smoke screens
For sans illusions our eyes would be
Made to see the reality
Of those perfect impurities which
Define our safe obscurity