Dreams

See I am, the creator, I write the lives, and the lies, that I tell, to keep me alive, and well, a dream, could this really be not reality, but pain, creates our world in reality, the rain, resemble tears that we shed, and I see, why god, won't take away our pain, cause we take lives, and play god, that just aint our place, when will we learn, when we stop the wars, we'll all have peace..

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