Thursday, May 08, 2008

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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