Playing a Masterpiece of False Reality
Keys hit softly
Keys hit sadly
Yet it’s perfectly beautiful,
In every way.
It speaks of oppression
It speaks of war
Yet it’s still beautiful
In every way.
It paints stunning images of death
It paints stunning images of violence
And still it is beautiful in every way
Until…………
Until realities key is hit just perfectly.
And everything that was once beautiful,
Plummets into woe.
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