Poem -

Black Eye

Black Eye

Always having a answer
is that how it happened?
The desire to please became a mental disease
Painted into a framework of falsehoods
designed by false gods
repeated infinitely until true
These lies told to me and you

We think we can improve perfection
Heading off into different directions
Convoluting simple basic principle
to leave our mark of the beast

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