Man, his blank stare scares, me,
So much are the lies, in front of his eyes,
He can’t see, even evident truth,
All his princes hold him back, from the prize
Tightening grasp, claws all digging in to his back,
Not letting go, are his princes,
Invisible wall, shielding his eyes from the light,
He bows in pain, in addiction, to his gods,
How much does he hate his gods, enough to let go,
But he loves them much, he can’t not,
Love hate life living.
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