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M.I.S.T.

                                                                Might it seem true?

                                                                Might there be something,
                                                                vast and ungainly,
                                                                hidden and obscured,
                                                                controlling it all?
                                                                Might we be moving
                                                                in pre-ordained fashion,
                                                                from white square to black square,
                                                                at the whim of someforce?
                                                                Might it seem true?

                                                                It would keep itself hidden
                                                                behind clouds of obscurity,
                                                                only giving hints
                                                                that it was there at all.
                                                                Clues to decipher,
                                                                games to consider,
                                                                various theologies
                                                                with it behind all.
                                                                Might it seem true?

                                                                Seemingly meaningless.
                                                                Seemingly obvious.
                                                                Seemingly proven.
                                                                Seemingly not.
                                                                Life a conundrum.
                                                                The Universe a question
                                                                with eternity and infinity
                                                                split up the seam.
                                                                Might it seem true?

                                                                True to yourself
                                                                you worship nothing
                                                                or else choose a deity
                                                                and bow your head down.
                                                                While behind the mist curtains
                                                                is there something watching,
                                                                feeding you riddles,
                                                                preserving the unknown?

                                                                Might it seem true?