Moral Awakening
if you're asking
about what's real
and what's illusive,
and nobody
could figure it out,
ask me.
i would love to answer:
what's illusive,
is a happy life.
since we made it up
inside our heads,
and believe it with our hearts.
at the same time,
we see with our eyes
that what's real,
are the bloody headless bodies,
the dry ice blocks on top of corpses,
and mothers killing their babies.
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