drug.

words are pouring out through the sieve of silence

peace is crawling out from underneath the body count of violence

no sound is loud enough to wake up the dreamers from the dreamless sleep

the houses are full, contrasted by the empty streets

blood, sweat, tears: give without expectations and realise the meaning of life

knives are out, knives trying to get close in a gun fight

jesus does not love me; but i don’t love him either

the faithful are pretenders, atheists are the real believers

don’t expect me to cry at your funeral

i stand for none, and one for all.

the life’s pendulum swings on extreme contradictions

all of us are users; looking for our curated addiction.

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