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the old man -- walks his dog

No ! Wait !
                                      It's just a young boy

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His one Eye is the Sun
                                   His other Eye the Moon        ( for sure )

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The girl is walking cross the field                      

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        An illusion ?
                      Or real ?

( some illusions are real )

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Death ?

( some realities are illusions )

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what really ARE our               " options "
                 here ?

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do we know just WHERE we are ?

=••=

REVOLUTION is not a         SONG !

( or is it ? )

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Does she cut herself just to feel ...... ( pain ? )

No

She slices the life from the Human Race

She slices a Scar into god 's face

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The old man walks his dog

( no --- it's just a boy )

No

It's you or me

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We can wallow in impotency

Or

We can be what we are

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There is a Power

It is ours

There is a Power

ONLY ours