Halls of lonely people, sitting in chairs of despair,
hoping to fulfill life-long dreams of success and
tranquility.
Many of them not daring to stir from their seats of
safety in moments of truth.
Truth painted - people keeping mum kills the prosperity of this earth nice
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Truth painted - people keeping mum kills the prosperity of this earth nice