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Reality


The laughs of the children are no more,

instead replaced by the hollow screams of the night.

 

For he has silenced all the joy.

Have you heard the bees?

Maybe the birds?

What about the happy cries of the children?!

 

Of course not

He took it all away.

 

What once was a bright shining landscape 

just an innocent bud of life!

Had bloomed into something evil, 

that left a horrid residue on the earth. 

What once was so beautiful and full of soul, 

is now darkness and terror! 

An empty dark hole 

 

He never understood the word happy.

What a man strives for but,

is always just a hair out of grasp. 

What a man pretends to be but, 

it is a lie. 

 

It is all a lie. Everything! Even this!

 

He isn't evil he is reality.

He is what you don't want to know!

He is what you pretend isn't there! 

But, he is there 

Always has been. 

Always will be.

Reality, 

The monster who was just a man wanting to be happy…. 

 
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