There are two worlds
Which sometimes collide
In a moment
The ugly, dark, mysterious
Ridden with disease
And rotten corruption
And the beautiful,
The pure, angelic
The bright sunlight in the morning
Or the innocence of a child
The sweetness of a delicious fruit
Or a genuine joyous smile
Can they both be real at once?
When you lift the veil, is one the true reality?
Or is the truth the one you choose to see?
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