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There are motives and desires, envy and hate
Gold and paper, material weight
Also, liquid pretense and sheer ignorance
and the burden of acting nice.
His death, the end, his last breath, made her cry
and weep and wish it were her...
Her eyes broke windows to her shattered soul,
we still smile, give false hope.
The glamour still glistening on black waters,
black with skeletons each one has to keep,
they cry and they laugh, repent and repeat,
their eyes are glowing red with lust
feeding on the dead, gold quenches their thirst.
but there's also love and sacrifice,
Forgetting their wounds, angels in disguise
they cry when she cries, but because the hurt
looks in their eyes, to seek comfort.
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