Inside these eyes,
where darkness lies,
this child cries,
when light resides.
In dark he confides,
since light only hides,
the demons that he's forced to abide.
When all seems good,
when all seems great,
is when love turns into pure hate.
For he knows what's to come,
what he can't outrun,
a shadow wielding death, just for fun.
With a strike from its hand,
and a slash from its sword,
this child's death is made into award.
Such a sad life,
such a cruel fate,
for this child does not enter either gate.
He will be reborn, but will not be warned,
that the lure called happiness, will cause only scorn.

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