Windows of the Soul
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
Most will see a sinner, some will see a saint.
I see a man in the cruel hands of fate.
I have been cast out here, because of their fears.
With bloodlust they cry out my name,
At the sound of their voices I bow my head in shame.
In solitude I will die, for me the end is nigh,
But you can allow my past to live on and thrive.
All you have to do is look into my eye.
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