I am A hero.
But to you
I have zero.
I am poor.
You would never love me.
Liar I shout.
Liar I scream.
You would have loved me.
That if you'd have lived.
Instead of passing the gates.

Now you are my love, now you read it
backwards once more. And see how
we feel at the door.

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