False World- Fake Dreams
A wonderland
A dream
A time
A place
The great place to be
All turned into...
A lie
There was no place like home for reasons
There was no place for happiness for reasons
We dream to rise
Yet we kill ourselves
Will someone tell me why
We compete for greatness
But so few allies
With so much propaganda
With so much double talk
We contradict ourselves
Now is the question
What was ever the point
Copyright © Armoni Ford | Year Posted 2016
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