I can see dissent in your cherubic face.
You want to exorcise the pauper,
the marauder.
The semblances makes you irate,
causing a rift in your world,
the fabricate of someone else's dreams,
barely condoned by you.
Terminate the lies, my friend,
and free yourself from the misconceptions
you believed in all your life.
The world is not as bleak
and black and white as you think.
Go out,
be free
and
live.
