Within the dungeon’s darkest depths,
Prisoners lay dreaming,
Of families, and destinies,
And Devine redeeming.

Illusions fill their mortal eyes,
As the vision shapes them.
The dungeon is not what it seems,
And the truth escapes them.

They cannot see beyond their cage,
This place is all they know.
A deception of perception,
That claimed them long ago.

This dungeon has fulfilled their needs,
Fantasies belay them.
They are convinced by what they see,
Their senses betray them.

Reality has been explained
To their satisfaction.
What’s not perceived is not believed,
And holds no attraction.

What they behold is all the know,
Images control them.
There’s comfort ‘neath the camouflage,
Assumptions console them.

But if they cannot see the sun,
Does that mean it’s not there?
What is concealed will be revealed,
When time is brought to bear.

And when the dungeon is no more,
Truth will not evade them.
Though prisoners will see it then;
It may not persuade them.

For truth can be a painful thing;
Much more than some can bear.
Those who deny, prefer the lie,
For it was safer there.

And so they crumble with the dream,
Deceit has constrained them.
A fate for those who won’t believe
The truth can sustain them.

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