Fragment in the statement,
When the whole world is kneeling,
Darkness forever stealing.
Believing, but in what? Whom?
You want for nothing!
Nothing gives us peace.
In a world full of everything,
And more...
Never ending struggle to have,
More, but never enough...
Sadness in every emotion,
Overwhelming pursuit for...
And yet...not thinking or feeling.
Having, to have and to hold.
To hold...in YOUR hands, my Hands
Want, want, want...
Oblivious to all.
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