This is no fool’s joke
This is life
The blood, the breath, the screams
We walk amongst each other
Judging, hating, fearing
We are the worst that we can be
We proclaim the best
We mock when we are not alone
We tremble when there is no one with us
We fear brothers, sisters, grandfathers, and nannies
What for it, should we not also fear ourselves
We are but cattle to our souls
They rule us, They kill us
Trust, Betrayal, Neither can exist without the other
The worst in us makes us who we are
We ignore, we hurt others, and we walk away
As if it were all a dream
What does it feel like
To know life is not a dream?
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