Em pale face

They say pain is to gain
and that pain is to crain
so this em mostly change
was a form full of blame
and was trown from the blade.

Call em Greek and a weird
called that friends em has made
in the middle of the edge
silence voice no one hears
blank to back in the dark.

Most of time em was sick
most of life em came sleek
Try to fit but don't still
Because black is a lynch
that's the pain em is in.

Bless my hurt and the sin
bless the stain in this train
scars of time operate lucid
world is for em
pale face em is the name .

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