Everything sound and real, long came to an end
Yet we project on them as though they have not
In a variety of themes of make-believe we pretend
(If only we were to examine into what we're caught)
Everything sound and real, long came crashing down
Making ruins of our lives and around now uselessly lay
Attempting going forward some accept such as foundation
Whilst the wiser among us turn-on to God but pray
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