Hear my voice, the inner cry, for peace, freedom, harmony, and kindness.
View the world, which is chaotic, rapid, and souless.
Man moved with repetitions, of motions, thoughts, and feelings.
I too am not spared.
Love is unwieldy.
Battlecries for ownership, properties, and happiness.
How does the world begin, and how will it end?
World is noth but transcient, like dreaming awake.
A lost soul struggling to be awaken from the dream, wondering if its a dream itself.
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