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My convictions brittle some what,

 my point of view shared by so few it might as well be mine alone.

 The colosseum full,

  the spectators dont know there participints as well.

 this is hell,

 slumbering with one eye open.

 When it rises the masses will be in aw,

 and you  will   know who you     really are.

 there will be no more dreaming,

 just a distant hope,

 and a harsh reality.

But still hope,

Even in a place like that