The world as we see it, is not what it truly looks like...
Secrets & lies hidden behind smiles, the truth is absent...
Lies of emotion, appearence & self being,
A world led by lies with no sign of stopping,
Perfection is impossible, yet, we are told nothing is impossible...
Obviously no one has tried slamming a revolving door shut,
Where does this leave us? ...
Nations held together by secrecy, lives built on lies...
A world built on imperfection, set on finding perfection.
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