WHY? (Free Style)
Why are you looking at me just like that?
Have you already forgotten, what's to live or to die?
Don't you see anymore, the difference;
Between acting right or behaving wrong?
You pursue pleasures, lay in hellish blend,
Roads to foolishness and precarious unrest,
Where nothing but pride and vanity you pursue
Illusions leaves its scars, that destroys in the end.
Dorian Petersen Potter
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