When valued pretensions,
Are threatened to be taken away...
What is there left?
For those of this consciousness,
To then for them to seriously celebrate?
Steps must be cautiously placed,
To shake away from false displays.
Or no rest or peace will come to those,
Found faking their lives detached.
And on paths unknown to stray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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