After some self reflection i say that fate is cruel,
humanity at its finest in its empty little duel.
Sitting idol, caged in shackles but no one seems to mind.
I heard about free will once yet robots are all I find.
Seeing past the illusion turns men cold and bitter.
Is ignorance the only way surviving among the litter?
It seems that good and bad are only a matter of opinion
if manipulation brings peace, can it really be considered in satan's dominion?
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The fight for our souls
PoetryIts poetry in its rawest, some questions everyone at one point or another ask themselves. Its very personal and close to my heart. These are the things I think of sitting alone, regardless to say it's not a pleasant feeling to be trapped in my own t...
