Strange trees dropping eerie shadows,
Strange sun far away in the sky,
Strange me am sitting among them,
Strange figures are passing by.
Figures in strange attires
Of weirdely different time;
Voice shouting loud "Liars!"
Hands not resembling mine.
Slowly surrounding fear,
Coldness against my plea.
Whispering. I can hear
Them talking about me.
Don't make me remain in here,
(What if all that is real?)
Be subject of dirty smear,
Sit here against my will.
Don t make me remain in here
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