disconnected distorted dillusions
Sitting on my perch way up high
On a tiny little star in the enormous sky
Observing humans blur the line
Between living a life or living a lie
A moment of realization
That the entire creation
Is complete fallacy
In God’s policy
They’re unaware of my existence
Hence without resistance
I fly away on my broom
To the dark side of the moon
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