Holding hands of ecstasy;
Striving for peace.
Desires seem euphoric;
Thus,diversion increase.
Heart deserves pleasure
But soul,salvation.
Following painful truth,
Leaving for invasion.
The paths of gold,
Leads to sordid view;
Blindfolds us below;
To replicate the crew.
Why not envisage?
As dream favors.
Wake from morbid,
With happy savors.
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