This Fake World


Felonist visions of a world on water
Decisions charred like used-up match-sticks
Pleasant formalities greedily exchanged
Somewhere hostility meets tolerance
..and the world assumes all is right
only to be filled with lies and illusions
we just don't know any better...

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