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The agony of it all...

Chasing a shadow in all this darkness

But a shadow is all it ever was

There was never any substance

And the darkness was also never real

I was blindfolded and forced to run after a nightmare

Reaching all around

Gropping for truth and light and sanity

Hate is all I found

Pitty is all I felt

Black is all that could be seen

And by the time the truth had seeped through to my eyes...

And light had illuminated the darkness of my realm...

My skin had already been torn and scared

From the months of crawling through those filthy lies

I was showered in thier shards

Swalloed by thier weight.