Eyes of steel touch my heart
To see that I am smart
Smart, in a way that no one can see
If she saw the gentle hands that you given me
Those hands are the ones that has given me that smartness I have spoken of,
Those hands I do cherish and love
Only the ones who are truly lonely are the ones that show that there is
lust
A lust of passion, a lust of sin, a lust of purity, and a lust for trust.
It the human race saw that they have sinned then there would be no more
No more of that we speak have, no more that we breathe of, and no more of
our very core.
Life to you the reader is just myths and fairytales, but to me the writer it
is reality,
Only if you weren’t so blind, then you would see the complexity.
The complexity of the suffering we have given to our own kind
The darkness that makes us blind shows that we are able to use our mind.
Our minds are special things to cherish,
But aren’t we being a bit snobbish,
Saying that only we are better then the rest?
That question is quite the best,
So it you can answer what I have asked
Then you will know the truth that has been masked,
Masked by the dishonesty of our minds and souls
But is it really our souls fault? Or is it the black cynical coals,
Well that’s for you to decide what it shall be
For I will not give the answer you’re the true holder and that’s the way it
shall be.

 
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