Once upon a dream
or more often it would seem
A tale was made to tell
of men in heaven & hell
Through the later to reach the former
and make hearts feel much warmer
As lives went on this way
these dreams became the days
and nightmares claimed the dark
as if upon a lark
Eyes adapted to this view
and ceased to see anew
both in darkness & in dream
No more to know, but seem
Impressions' fading marks
within their stagnant parks
where many gather not to see
what is there, or what might be
but stare at whatever was
and only just because
An act of some facade
excuses to applaud
as lies become the norm
for all to just conform
with truth locked in some cage
and obscured by Impostures' haze
while dreamers seek liberation
but must tread through degradation
as the lies are imposed so strong
and for so very long
Perpetuated, even to death
but negated in each true breath
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