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Timmy Shanti
Poems
Mar 2022
the game
everything i stand for is alien here
everything i despise is rife
death is glorified at every corner
and trampled upon is life
you're not supposed to speak
but you're required to believe
kindness is called weak
and you're not allowed to grieve
war is peace, they say
ignorance is strength
now i find myself cast away
where lies are being fed at length
i gaze, unblinking, into the abyss
it gazes back, calling my name
i've always felt there's something amiss
with this wicked, cruel game
the game i chose not to play
the game that has no rules
the game you can't expect to win
the game so loved by fools
10-iii-22
Peace on Earth
#love
#game
#orwell
#life
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Timmy Shanti
39/M/Sol III
(39/M/Sol III)
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