Twisted

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My smile froze as I looked at you

Instead of a freshness of reason

I saw a blind old man

Bent with pain, blind with repulsion

Hate came from your eyes

Malice from your words

And I saw crimson fumes

Coming from your heart’s hearth

Will you hurt to heal your wounds?

Will you be the one to run?

Will you throw away what you have

For what you did not earn?

Do you seek pleasure from love?

Is it a one ended sword to you?

Whatever you think it is

Ignorance will neither hurt nor heal you

Where is your amorphousness?

Where is that soldier?

Did he choose to hide,

Now that the battle's affecting his life?

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