The only way to live in this fake world full of strings is to cut your strings

and become the puppeteer.

It's scary when good people

do terrible things,

but when terrible things happen to good people

and bad people only reap benefits,

a lot of people are going to invest into being bad.

There's only so many good people left in this world...

Let's go make an investment.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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