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Snow falls in the mysterious barren city of Sahara
Where the beach is cozy and warm in winter
Sir Everest is a short fellow in town afraid of heights
We heat up fire with hot flames of water.

The Poor daydream of favour and refuse to labour
The Rich strives daily like a poor man smitten by poverty
The forbidden fruits are in high demands in our stores
Morals are rotten feeds for street swines.

Mr. Murderer is a Judge with one philosophy:
If you get killed you are simply foolish and guilty
Intelligence hacks the database of  mediocrity
The Preacher cries "Lord! I have sinned"
The Sinner smiles and say "You are forgiven."
Miss truth became a nagging Nun
So we had her replaced by Professor Lies.

Men wear Make-ups and do chores
Women go to work and never get pregnant
Shadows are painted in colours
Pens are simply erasers
What is seen are not real
Fiction is our reality and fantasies its pages.
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