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Suspicion
I am suspicious
of the man with the glare
that sends chills down my spine
I am suspicious
of the man who speaks with a evil tone
I am very suspicious
of the man who speaks about hunting in a tone
I do not recognize
this hunt he speaks of
scares me to the point were i am
suspicious
Friend nor Foe
You seek but cannot find
The one whom counts right before your eyes
Focus on oneself and become all that you can
Friend not foes will find you in the end
Friend nor Foe
You seek but cannot find
The one whom counts right before your eyes
Focus on oneself and become all that you can
Friend not foes will find you in the end