Two faces form within the air,
One innocent, and presenting peace,
Thee other pouring cruelty,
Everyone's eyes are open,
No one wanting to see the truth,
Only noticing the masks,
I'm still understanding in the ways of myself,
Learning the mistakes,
Accepting the past,
Waking up to a new age,
Walking through the faces that haunt,
Who are you?
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