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I'm just the tour guide on this crazy ride your taking. Here to show you all the mistakes that you're making. Seeing it time and time again, my poor heart aching. And you.... you silently breaking. How I wish it that it were not so. Reaping bitter fruits of wicked seeds we sow. Striving to learn with out wanting to know. The wickeness within that contiues to grow. My hands are bound by the rules of the game. And yet somehow they are tainted, a deep crimson stain. Battered and beaten and broken I live in your pain. Eternal tour guide of your darkness I will ever remain.