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Heed not the mask they wear nor the color of skin and hair, to hide and scare is the tactic of shadows. The invisible hands that cling to all the words that shout and sing, like a virus to a cell it feeds. Though in virtue it appeals far intentions conceal; see through eyes that are taken. Fierce souls once tried in vain, now shackled, the mind of Cain, they shall see no other. It is quite a site to see the stricken children, bourgeoisie, the loop, it pulls ever tighter. The leash of will soon the noose that kills, the birds in the trees all scatter. But to hang in the gallows is all very shallow, for the just retain no hospitality.
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
Heed Not The Mask They Wear
Heed not the mask they wear nor the color of skin and hair, to hide and scare is the tactic of shadows. The invisible hands that cling to all the words that shout and sing, like a virus to a cell it feeds. Though in virtue it appeals far intentions conceal; see through eyes that are taken. Fierce souls once tried in vain, now shackled, the mind of Cain, they shall see no other. It is quite a site to see the stricken children, bourgeoisie, the loop, it pulls ever tighter. The leash of will soon the noose that kills, the birds in the trees all scatter. But to hang in the gallows is all very shallow, for the just retain no hospitality.
DylanWhisman
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
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