You exist but you don't live,
Buying everything you see,
You can take but you don't give,
This is what you want to be.
Now there's almost nothing true,
The humankind has always lied,
So tell me where were you,
When kindness died?
How can you think about God
With hearts that turned to stones?
And you like living in the mud,
Forgot that we had souls.
But every lie will now regret,
We'll fix our open nerves,
And very soon the world will get
What it deserves.
Existence
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