When I'M
When I’m asleep I dream of things,
That will never come to frutation like peace.
When I’m awake all I perceive is,
A land ravaged by malice, war, and un-blissful sins.
And here I was raised and though,
That these things that were supposed to go on the right went on the right,
And those that went on the left were supposed to go on the left.
Not the other way around.
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