They want a world of peace,
They want a world of trust,
A world ruled by power and greed,
Love now replaces lust.
I am a product of my on choice,
What was once inside has died,
I stand and firmly raise my voice,
I will not be denied.
Images give false hopes and dreams,
By paper, carved in wood and stone,
Only through self, shall you be redeemed,
In pride you stand alone.
Tread the darkened path,
But of the light you have no fear,
And live each day is if your last,
As long as you are here.
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