Is it the false seeping through the cracks of truth,or streams of truth in an ocean of false. Criss-crosses of evil caging humanity...making it barely visible except,at those when it counts the most, Or humanity wrapping the chains of evil, hiding it always,unleashing it at the times made worse by it, Am I the one who is me at all times, but some,Or the one who is me at those few moments but the ones which count the most...

This poem is about: 
Our world


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