Thought 1
Come now, look at my face
Look into my eyes, stare in good grace
Look upon the man of sorrow, me
Look into my soul, tell me what you see
I see light surrounding a core of black
I turn away and never look back
I care not about the body, rather about the soul
I know it must be washed in blood if I'll ever be whole
I close my eyes and see clear
I see my thoughts, my reason, and why I am here
Again look into my eyes
What there you find might surprise
You thought I was pure and innocnet
Now you see that light
Some do, some don't, I might
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