Like a ghost. Invisible to you.
You weep of sorrow. Pain. Betrayal. Filth.
You seek of whats infront. Yet. So blind.
Thy walk the path of torture.
Reach and get slapped back. I speak onto thy.
Reach once more. Show no mercy. To those of whom. hurt others.
Hand lays open. Awaiting you're arrival.
Thy Walk may be easier. But with a promise.
Of one simple task.
We may fly. Reach once more.
I ask. Yet it seeks of ease.
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