It is a perfect world we live in,
Each building block,
A lie.
A lie, shrouded in its threads of gold,
Beautiful and enticing,
A lie, we all want to believe in.
This lie, it grants us sleep,
Gives us a little hope for tomorrow,
When all that is out there is emptiness.
How long does a lie live?
How long can a lie live?
It is clothed in gold, but not eternity.
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