In a Perfect World
In a perfect world I see people flying like butterflies
As the mirror breaks they begin to die.
Yet they are born again as robots(beep beep) controlled in a hive.
Man has not yet begun to weep, he can not see his defeat.
For he does not know the sly and very discreet.
There is a hope but most don't want to believe.
So unfortunately for them, this land they can not leave.
Copyright © Maris Oliver | Year Posted 2012
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