Truth is ugly The storm behind the calm Is the bitter- sweet experience. Hopelessly hopeful of some hope Sad tears and happy tears In multi- faced humans, seek mirror of justice. Sailing away, fishing in troubled waters Like a distanced kite Divine faith, an ethereal reach. There’s God and then the Satan There’s man and then the Beast. The real and the unreal, eternal juxtaposition Paradoxed lives, playfully jinxed in shadowed light. Succumb to inhuman fallacies in the human Why this ugliness in living dead??
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