Postscript of Identity

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Deep in skin, beauty resides
Faded glory parades at a close distance
      Forsaken and wanting
              always wanting
                   more

Righteous sinner poisons mind and body
While Hypocrites' venom off smooth lips
      Love of yourself
              For yourself
                   Condemnation
 
For to have it all sharing with no one,
A pitiful existence fallen upon weak shoulders
     So very tragic
              It's tragic
                   Loneliness

Trading designations for the sake of
a kind victory, they'll believe evil prevails
     Until they're gone
              Long gone
                   Far ~ Far away
 
 


 


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