Traveling through space and time
Material form no longer mine
Testing what was set in stone
Learning what was never known
Behind the stars is a fractured reflection
A broken mirror image of my inner savior
I hold out my hand with a smile
Pulling myself into the abyss
All is clear in the pitch black
Everything I know is wrong
Searching for what can't be found
The question of life has no answer
Parallel with my conscience
Life complete with no substance
Existence precedes essence
Afterlife based on science
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