Traps of death lurk ahead, creeping and waiting in every corner of the heavily traveled street; yet careless travelers roam around, unaware of the evil forces that lurk everywhere, lying and waiting at the road's edge. At each end of the alley, where the headers are set off away from the given pathway, doomed to ruin, heading the evil way, to astray, to tragedy. Even those who are aware of this truth are duped by the spell of illusion; leaning on a chosen dreamland, lying on a restless hammock, applauding and rejoicing in the pleasure and comfort of pretentious existence, while the claw of cruel end creeps under and within, undermining the foundation of the dreamer's in an awakened state of whimsy imagination that is suspended in false contentment between time and space.
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-Nityananda das
