Snowing inside
Hot Outside
Up is down
Down is up
Poets dieing
Soldiers singing
Mothers drinking and freaking
Whores living the dream
and nobody remembering where it all ends
except that the end is the beginning
All thats in between is nothing more than lies
End the violence
More will die
Keep it going
Be hated
judges becoming criminals
criminals being saints
Nothing makes sense anymore
Who would want it to...

by Selwot Rylet

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