I feel sad at the world
To the point of disappointment
Hope is no more but lives in our mind's
Humans feed off others demise
With there narcissistic ways
A corrupted system that feeds on false prophets
We are aliens alienated from this world
So how should we stay in touch with reality
When we do not know what true reality is
My God is never ending but never began
For it is the Universe that is my creator
After all is that not what or who we can thank
For the creation of worlds
The life grows dreary when moon light hits the other side
But you can say the say in this day of bright
I wish to live on in other minds
Like great people before my times
But as I wish
My life just seems bleak
Fear my words if you hate what I preach
But fear your mind for not accepting a concept that is mine
Disagree or agree I care not
For we are all one when it comes to sleep
We all bleed red so I see no foe nor friend
I hate and love everyone equally in the end
Look through glass and see your eyes deceive you
For your conscious tends to undermine your true mind
But as I feared no one will truly grow
For there may be no more hope
- Author: Per Mare (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 2nd, 2021 09:17
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 5
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