ManIsAReflectionOfGod
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Look around. What do you see?
The world's coming apart piece by piece.
Every direction seems like a dead end.
Go to your house: Everyone is fighting.
Go to your work: Everyone's a backstabber.
I wonder if Piotyr knows
How beautiful is his watercolor sky.
I wonder if it ever makes him
Just sit and sit and sit and cry
To know all that happens beneath his sky.
And I wonder if he ever asks himself:
