[?7hDay by Day
Night by Night.No one gi
ves it a pray,For theses hours of f
right.As I touched the screen,
I can feel this is unreal,And 
screams,Coming out of the s
peaker.Voices of preachers,
Madmen, and broadcasters.I kn
ow this is not real.All thos
es artificial lifes,Dreams of love
,And the power of money.
I know this is not true.Eas
ier life,That machine created 
needs,And evil enough to catch our spir
its,Our souls.Vio
lence, rage, mankind, destruction.Thi
s might be real.Channel afte
r channel,Faked reality lurks near
by.I keep listening to that,
And I wonder why?
I know nothing is real.
Images of faith, turning fat
To thin,
Poor to rich.
Illusions fill up my mind,
Of that untruth reality.
But one thing occured to me,
When I darkened that screen,
Turned off that T.V.
That reality finally appeared
In front of me.
And that screen, this television
Silent,
Dark,
Reflecting his only vision
Of reality.
As I approach, I saw that reality.
It was.. me!

-T.V. Mind
Margin Walker
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