A dream. Was it?

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It feels like the world is spinning the opposite way

As if everyone on earth forgot how to play this game

I'm a remaining player alongside many I see

Our enemies have tainted our minds, killed what we used to be


Remaining players, survivors of the war, we gather together, in hope our hearts soar

To find a cure for all that's lost, always willing to pay the cost

We want our world back, the one we lived in, perfectly and ever so happily


Flashback to how it all began, I remember distincty

Hand in hand my lover and I walked together, across the lanes of our country

Then the bombs hit the earth and shattered every bit of glass, leaving me alone

And turned society's piramid upsidedown, class and rich no longer mattered

Into nothing but survivors, the dead and the tainted the world became


Fastforward to how it is now, if only we'd known, we'd all be safe, 

But we didn't, and we don't and we never really will understand what happened

From a moment to the other half the world was gone, the superiority no longer existed

Women and men all the same, power or money or even fame

It all became worthless, tainted and unpoised


It feels like the world is spinning the opposite way

As if everyone on earth forgot how to play this game

I'm a remaining player alongside many I see

Our enemies have tainted our minds, killed what we used to be


I realize slowly, our society is anew, glorified, justified and perfectly glued

Same rights to everyone, not like before, our old piramid was unjust and unknown

The price we payed, I thought then, would if really be all a sacrifice for a proper living world,

I realize slowly, the bombs were never there, the shattered glass never shattered

And I never lost my beautiful lover


I realize slowly, that the shock we thought had been a bomb

Was societly adjusting to what was needed long before, equality, justice and perfect imperfectness 

That was the bomb that shook us off our feet, defeating all that was ugly and unseen

I realize slowly, the world is fine, it was always us, it's habitants that needed an adjusting


Then I woke up.

Nothing ever happened.

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