Yes, I have put forth a great deal of pain.
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Abusing my talent of bending reason to indirectly punish;
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there Is no denying the once Immortal anger
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and the acts that manifested.
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Condemning those who I could not join._
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But really I'm just a closet romantic who wears the mask of
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the devil for protection from the onslaughts of man.
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When I was young, I'd sit and watch television/horrified by
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the sight of teenagers/seeing through the lines of kindness.
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My mother would ask for reason, but I wasn't given to words
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then
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and all I could say was that they were bad.
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When reaching the age myself/
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my mother would remind me
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of the youthful perception; asking what my thoughts.. were now.
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I only knew of truth then.
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She only knew of blindness.
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What a magnificent job she did of raising me within.
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Such a surprise It was when the realization came of
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separate worlds.
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This is really just a story of a young boy who felt too much;
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eventually having to feel nothing at all
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I could fall In love with anybody.
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I would give my life to anyone ...
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I will sacrifice my soul for whomever is in need.
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Yes, it Is hard to see me here, for I am surrounded by
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darkness.
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Flush against the comer hoping to avoid the light when the
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door Is open.
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Maybe you'll only see and endless, back void
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Then become frightened and slam the door shut
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Though your fear Isn't the result of what seems apparent;
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even from hiding my genuine self can be sensed.
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It is not the facade Of of evil that creates uneasiness In you...
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It Is my truth.
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Threatening the very selfish, cruel world that all hold so dear.
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Of course I've been ostracized demeaned, and held down by the compulsive ropes
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of those who need the fallacies of disguised hate. No one wants their reality ruined
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and I'm the wrecker of them all.
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Still living
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And while I am alive there will always be the element of
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uncertainty in all beings coming in contact with me
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No one wants that
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So I stay within my room only speaking to those who do
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not dismiss the seemingly infinite space but come inside to explore
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Ultimately finding the true expressions of a child encased
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within a costume to hide his wounds of the ceaseless
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beatings from none other than his own brothers and sisters
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explore
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Mask Of The Devil
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Matt Zane |