Let's make a pact...
To announce our delusions
As reality,
And never look back!
At least we can keep in our minds,
Visions that will never have to deal with truth!
Or the fact that we have been...
And are,
Mentally affected and obviously disturbed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm in. The standard reality has gotten bland, anyway. Do we do the whole spit-on-palm handshake or some blood rite or something?