Perfect rows of houses
Perfect rows of desks
All empty yet full.
Perfect white smiles
Perfect blonde hair
All real but so fake.
Perfect poems
Perfect voices
Words void of meaning.
Perfect churches
Perfect christians
No souls are saved.
What have we came to?
Where are we going
Where are we from?
What will happen
As the silence comes on.
No one is left thinking
Brains empty
Pocketbooks full.
Isn't there
So much moreTo life?
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