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Like a river among a flood of oceans
We follow a stream straight in a line
Losing our personalities and becoming inhumane
We sit down with strangers and then we dine
Are we crazy?
Living our life through a lens
Gluing on our rose tinted glasses
Living with foxes in their dens
Scrumptious lies are what they feed us
Like children, we are being led astray
Poisoning our mind like an infected pus
The ones whom we love, they are making us betray
Our beliefs now not our own
We speak words they have planted and grown
Our bodies like robots, are being used
Our ability to think has been diffused
Twisting the plots of our lives around
We are mere bodies with our souls controlled
They have our mind and our tongues tightly bound
The rope pulling us puppets round and round'
How can we break free from this madness?
Cut these strings that are borderline poisonous?
Run away from a world to be who we are meant to be
Or do we have to ask now, to be you and me?
For what are we if not ourselves
Ornaments set decoratively on house shelves?
Rise up or you will be lowered down
Not in this world, but in your grave underground
Speak up, or you will die mute
All your work in vain, bearing no fruit
We are humans, not meant to be tamed
We were born to rule
We can not be enslaved
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1.1 || Floraison
Thơ ca*completed* ○•FLORAISON ○•(French : Bloom) •Words spun into poems Letters dipped in gold Sentences laced with elegance Alphabets with a story of their own ○• I present you FLORAISON, a book whose blank pages bloomed when ink touched the rough pape...
