Create a hypnotic delusion.
All I can do is dream, I am a critic at best.
I am the solution.
I dream of an ideal place.
It has no colors, it has no sex.
There is only one religion,
Countries are not formed yet.
People commute in unison,
No one starves, everyone is well.
Love is of no importance,
Everyone is on an equal plate.
Faces blurred in mankind,
Trying to determine where
You last remember you were alive.
You last remember pain.
For the Paradise Lost
Those masses have searched
Runs contrary to our Creator,
Who loves to be entertained,
With the spices of individuality:
Pain, Suffering, Starvation, Death
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