One might look upon me, physically speaking don’t
And walk away, history repeating, never let me be
Frightened and scared that I shall betray, they all think I am odious
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My eyes can see through all the skies, with merely the power of hope, which I can shine upon mankind.
Made oblivious, made bullheaded and made unaware, mankind really is something rare.
Mistakes are human, is what is taken from me, as I let in mistakenly the devils palm of jealousy.
Though done with hope, resilience and compassion the devils breeze of dark matter was added to my selection.
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