The world is a place of imagination,
a place where all is real,
but at the same time fake.
It's all in your head, when you're dead, you're alive and well again.
When you kill us, you're doing us a favor,
for making us die for the lies we used to savor.
David Lomenick
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/world-of-lies/
