The world sleeps while I write what they should think,
They never dream about what they should know.
The world sleeps while I feign calm acceptance,
A fine few see the futility that I see.
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The world breathes ever so peacefully outside,
Never a stop nor stutter in false hope.
The world breathes with unnerving assurance,
And I question what it is I know and fear.
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The world lies perfectly still despite its traumas,
Despair and death embraced alongside joy.
The world lies perfectly still despite its tears,
Hurting few as they fall with hail’s ferocity.
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The world lives happily within its self-made storm,
Because the world knows exactly how it will end.
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