In a white room I stand
With the man in white
I see him talk but hold
My ears tight.
He steps towards me
Ungracefully, feet
Dragging and body
Jerking wildly
I turn to run and Feel
his hands drape Over me,
I freeze As his cold hand's
Hold me
I come face to face with
Him, 'now can you hear Me? '
he whispered gutturally
I see the pain in his words
As I see that no one loves
Him, but I know I can't
Feel sorry for what he brought
Upon himself through his
Vanity
His favorite sin
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