Penetrate the mask, peel back the skin,
Where Maya dances with her grin.
The veil is thin — a hollow trick,
Investigate the ancient glitch.
The Matrix trembles when you stare,
With eyes that blaze, not built to scare.
No fear, no flinch — just sacred flame,
A Light too bright for them to name.
Enter the chamber, torch in hand,
With Jyot that darkness can’t withstand.
Watch shadows squirm, then fold and flee —
What once was “real” now bends the knee.
Illusions die in silent screams,
Dissolved by Truth beneath the dreams.
And there you stand, with quiet breath —
Beyond the glitch, beyond the death.
