Peace
Peace is never going to happen,
it's an idea made up from stupidity.
Each mind thinks differently,
everyone is not the same.
Saying such a thing breaks the cortex,
the cortex of humanity.
Where there is a dark,
light will shine.
Where there is light,
dark will creep out from the abyss.
A utopian society isn't impossible,
but it violates its purpose.
It kills those who break the law,
poisons them in their sleep,
possess' them during dawn.
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