False Tenants

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By Albert Ahearn

The seeming nature presumed to be Man’s is nothing more than some abstract mode, Conceived in dreams, contrived within human Invention: dreamt-up folly episodes. A dream, often involuntary mind Sensations, not of serious award; Consisting mostly of surreal kinds, Unreal phantoms assuredly ignored; but some we note in highest places rule the masses minds. Imaginary creeds assumed the truth, but nonetheless are cruel human whimsies borne over time, indeed! Depose these charlatans! Divest their robes. Expose their vile intentions. Burn their clothes!

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