Consider
Do we not live in odd times,
Controlled by meaningless lines?
Have we not sold our mortal frame,
For unreal images leading to pain?
To hold on to a little sanity
Take a moment and consider with me
Has black become white and quite the reverse,
While in confusion our lips we purse?
Have we given away what little we’ve left,
For something worth far much less?
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