💫Stars💫
Hundreds of azure lights shine from above.
But these lights are but faux.
Yet somewhere in these lights they find love.
As they stand together and watch the show.
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Upon the lights the monsters wish.
They place in them all of their faith.
The lights fill them with a sense of bliss,
and assure them the future through their haith.
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Seeing this display is somewhat eerie.
Knowing in reality they're wishing lies.
All the monsters, disheartened and weary,
given a glimpse of hope, a glimmer in their eyes.
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Something as simple as lights in a cave.
Something so seemingly insignificant.
Can give them the power they need to be brave.
Can keep their spirits alive and them diligent.
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What do they see in all these lights?
What hope do they find in mere imitations?
Like the originals they may shine bright,
but even so they have their limitations.
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But this question brings forth another,
one your surprised you hadn't thought of before.
Without the validation and approval of others,
then what's the difference between peace and war?
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If the monster under these lights lay,
looking at them from afar.
Then please tell me who's to say?
Who's to say that these aren't stars?
