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In a social disappearance, Refusing to see things as they are... Beyond what has been programmed to fantasize. They had no identities! None imagined or confirmed. Those who struggled to teach them lessons... Were scorned and turned away! Nothing conceptual had been based on truth. Conditioned they had no pursuits... Other than those that kept them diluted, And polluted with beliefs that led them no where! They are still there... Seeking fairness and reward! Spaced out and loving it! Although they roam without direction... Their imperfections are condoned. Blessed for sins they did not commit, In structures to pray... To be delivered 'back home' Where they perceive they will be free!