
When world lies
and sun dies
I say to myself
When will the humanity rise?
Maybe with the first ray of sunshine
or after the noon’s siesta.
Sun pours the light into my pores
saturates my being and whatnot
I feel the purge and rejuvenation
but my sight sees the illusion.
How it hides the darkness in itself
when the light descends.
How the dark hides the darkness in its hide
so the world lies
I say to myself
when will the humanity rise?
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