In the darkest of consciousness rules the morality
Our nature lurks beyond, deceiving mortality
Teach through generations, buried by force of qualia
Our stuffed with a thought on roots of the only realization
The True Insomnia
Deceived from the start,
Shocked and destroyed,
We exist no more!
The ancient truth is buried,
Lies are our monuments,
Which differences make us real?
For whose rights are we here?
"Anything that we are aware of at a given moment forms part of our consciousness, making conscious experience at once the most familiar and most mysterious aspect of our live" - Schneider and Velmans, 2007
We are prophets - individual oracles
Concerning the human understanding
Our believes crave for miracles
Crimson is all I can see, a bloody story of our extermination
Red is the color of birth, only d**h brings summary of views
Created by our degradation