life is a dream,
a never ending stream

faded thoughts and desires,
filled with fears of tomorrow

loved ones from behind,
or furture...
            
conquest,  as you will,
for all you recieve

in the end it's nothing, but material crap,
which leaves you with nothing,

enjoy the emptyness inside,
that you cover up an hide,
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                                                                   life as they tought you is not the truth