Pooled Truths

in this world we once ruled,

sadness was scarce, and happiness pooled

shrewd in the eyes of the man once true,

denying lies to become a muse,

aslyum mind, asylum brain

are they not one in the same?

sick or sane, whichever tames

oppression is the name of the game,

shoot,

aloof,

I have no roof, so swept by the breeze

Diseases please, to peace please

So let's journey to the sea that's platinum

Take the One's hand, and strike back

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