How normal are we?
Paradoxical cocktail
Of love and hate,
Of humanity and cruelty,
Almost impossible to rate
To fathom, to get straight.
Lost in our own insanity,
Laced with all our vanity,
How quickly we decapitate,
Sanity,
Burn Love at the stake,
And make present,
All, that in Us is fake.
Sooner or later,
More pain than glory,
Humans cultivate,
This is no Story,
Man is his own destructive force
While Love trembles in a corner
And the World from Heaven,
Forges, thru hate and violence
Its own irreparable divorce.
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