In my verses, you will read mysteries so complex,
In my words, you will find coarseness and disgrace;
In my songs, a little melancholy,
In my silence, a little jolly;
The darkest truths and the brightest lies,
All you will find in me.
In my eyes, you will see the faith you can place,
In my voice, you will hear distrust and betrayal embrace;
In my touch, a little bitterness,
In my arms, a little caress;
The trusting touch and the treacherous punch,
All you will find in me.
In my stories, you will see reality so intrigue,
In my living, you will perceive fiction beyond league;
In my thoughts, a little idealism,
In my talks, a little abysm;
The beguiling laughter and the soothing tear,
All you will find in me.
Its what you expect in me, that you will find,
I am Saint and Lucifer combined;
In my stare, a little compassion,
In my glare, a little hatred beyond fashion;
The worst of Bad and the best of Good,
All you will find in me.
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