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By Stardancer
What formality Lies hidden Behind the obscure door of lies Only hearts of purity Could avoid the pool Of corrupt lies Sovereign youth Yet to be intrigued Into the murderous circle Of degeneracy Though as the hands Slowly circle around Corruptions croaked hand Shall wind its way Into the innocent hearts Taking root and growing Into a blossom of hatred A nightmare now reality Now say Do your eyes see what I do With all your gull can you look into my face? Written September 30th, 2001 © on Sep 30 2001 04:07 AM PST 0 • 9
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