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TheOneNotHere May 2014
The softest, but also the strongest
To penetrate the rock.
Beauty, clear as the crystal
But hides as the myth

The privileges to resemble all that not want
Of it to land as one to them
The righteousness of its bearing, to allow itself to stay the same
The lucky of it, to not seek to blame its name

The action to which it takes
Acknowledged not
The privileges to deem no question to its life
No remorse for its soul

How I wish I was the rain.
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TheOneNotHere May 2014
I played the villain                                                                                  I aided the hero
I was the angel that fell
and shattered its wings

I've slayn the sinister
I've protected the weak
I gave the lost hope
while mine seemed invisible

I invaded good
I teared away bad  
I sheltered all walks
because it doesn't play favorites

I layed most good
while the bad catches your eye
I live as an angel
But still shout the Demon's Cry
First entry :)

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