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'' It's Surreal ''
To cure or kill,
For both you've a will,
Which will you instil,
please reveal.
Ideas exchanged,
Can be deranged,
From reality estranged,
No big deal.
Makes others bleed,
Where there's no need,
Caused mainly by greed,
Hear them squeal.
Can show compassion,
When in fashion,
Otherwise they ration,
How they feel.
As time passes,
The Human masses,
Divide into classes,
Forced to kneel.
They create an elite,
Filled with deceit,
Then bow at their feet,
It's unreal.
Their religions rule,
They're a powerful tool,
Ask, who's the fool,
No appeal.
Though the majority pay,
They don't have much say,
They accept the affray,
No steel.
They love to destroy,
Each other annoy,
Sit back and enjoy,
The zeal.
The good lord did appear,
That filled them with fear,
Now no longer here,
' It's Surreal '
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`` It`s Surreal ``
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