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A world from a dream

I don't see the line between good and evil; in my consciousness, there is only emptiness.
My world from a dream is only one, and I turn only to the picture.
A blade pierced through my ribs, and I died, not believing in the world.
I know it's just a dream, but it's as real as that picture, and what should I do if it turns into reality?
Standing over the abyss, I thought that the one who created man felt the same pain when his bad dream became part of the whole universe.