In a world full of hate,it makes our fate.Thats saddening and maddening.Cloaked in darknessfrom bearing witenss.Unable to straywithout falling prey.Would a clear picturehelp feeling secure?Could fates be changed, leaving less pained,or persons left usnsureof the blinding obscure?Never ending happiness,is the cause hopelessin this world full of hate?
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