O The walls are painted with lies!
They shatter upon innocent eyes,
Revealing the violence deep hidden in art,
Yet our lonely pleads, they break apart
No one can hear you in the forest, when it is dark.
Still be my frozen blood, O my frozen heart.
Would love keep me warm,
Accept my truth or my reason?
As I would mean no harm, loving the demon
Who wear an angels face
Always in a smile, singing songs with grace.
Thus will empathy and acceptance,
Lie in my grave, with a beating heart
Dead in the dependance, like Descartes.
Forever burning like the sun,
As my passion for life remains undone.
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