Everything you're told,
Everything you learn,
All turns out to be lies,
Your ideals have to burn.
You know the things you wanted,
You know the things you need,
But 'form' declares its wishes
And hatred plants the seed.
So denial becomes common,
Until everyone believes,
That it is the way it ought to be
But its not true - is it?
It doesn't even rhyme...
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