Map the Map by Benjamin Soto

A universe of truth,
In a frightful realm,
Where darkness leads to light,
And a blind man is at the helm,
A tainted soul's awakening,
To an existence wrought with fear,
Where the demons hide and wait,
To destory the angel's song you hear,
The PATH, the WAY, the WORD,
Are all one and the same,
Where this is that and that is this,
And the lion does the lion tamer tame,
And remember while traveling high and low,
That as you stop to ask for direction,
The man selling the maps points the WAY with one,
AH! What simple perfection!

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