(Personal Reality by Anything Goes)
There’s such a place as the land of bliss
Where gullible grass greedily grows
This forest, a temporary peace
Filled with doves singing sappy sweet songs
Strengthens with every united piece
The dreams, the caressing warmth of light
Where silent shimmers saturate sheer sky
Novel streams, flowing from clear waters
Tagged by compressed colored clichéd cords
Reflecting rivers like shy daughters
The truth that protects belief and lies
Where excess egos ever exit
Time sunders, engulfing calms of sea
Crowds of crazed corrupted criminals
Dawn bastions of extreme fallacy
Creating chaos from anarchy
Adorned with polluting prized pleasures
Endless rape, spreading like a disease
Where hidden hell hinders happiness
The nights, the smothering pains that tease
A place where I do not wish to be
Is the massive molding murky moon
A desert, this continuity
Where days drag dangerously dormant
Such a realm is this reality
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