Perspective
A blind journey, no direction.
Series of events to find no connection.
Lies are told as truth, and truth is holocaust
Hurt is life, peace is tyranny, and hope is lost.
I feel something deep and, warm like a mothers hug
A light that guides me thru the night. I no longer lug
my burdens. I am reborn into this world.
I am life.
I am truth.
I am peace.
I am hope.
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