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Worldmaker
Choose what your Ideal world is to become
But choose carefully
For each door beholds what you have done
People sit, staring with empty eyes
No worries, no cares, no tears
No hopes, no desires, no dreams.
You have chosen the wrong door
Choose what your ideal world is to become
But choose carefully
For each door beholds what you have done
A world without hunger, sorrow, pain
A mother carries a dead child
She drops it without shame
A man gets struck by a car
Not hurt but confused
The man stares as his legs
Then dies bemused
Again you chose the wrong door
Choose what your ideal world is to become
But choose carefully
For each door beholds what you have done
A world without death?
Sticks litter the floor of a village
Only these sticks have breath
The street is home to those of endless age
Toothless mouths cry out for release
Again you chose the wrong door
Choose what your ideal world is to become
But choose carefully
For each door beholds what you have done
A world of peace, joy, beauty
People dance, laugh, smile
Yes this is right
But aren’t these people living in denial
Monsters drag children from bed
The people make a game of it
Because they have no dread
A thousand terrible worlds beyond
Silence crushes your brain
You scream but no one responds
To three lines
Choose what your ideal world is to become
But choose carefully
For each door beholds what you have done
A world with pain sorrow and death
A world where hate is sown
But people fight with every last breath
Hope that after night, there would be day.