Envisions of pearly white gates,
Cloudy terrain,
Pure untouched world at peace and happiness.
You twirl in the tall wheat grass,
And stop by the meadow to smell the daisies.
Suddenly, you jolt into a world
Bathed in fire and brimstone,
Placated in hate, fear, and misery,
To live in a nightmare,
Unable to wake,
Unable to return home,
Forever afraid.
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