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Spiritually BlindMy sight is a woe of me
because without my glasses I cannot see.
With no specs, all is a blur.
People walk by, of who I am not sure.
Many faces, liquefied without limit,
there eyes are no more than a empty pit.
Can't tell if they stare at my face,
or glance at my untied lace.
I am stuck in a phase I can't escape,
with others' altering blurs and eye holes agape.
But alas, once again my sight is clear,
yet I live in the same familiar fear.
HopeHope is a dirty trick to the mind.
It feeds on the lone brains of mankind.
Yet we eat it up to get what we expect,
and then we don't see the true fate we have met.
Like a widow at her watch, facing the sea,
but she doesn't notice what was meant to be.
Her body lets her mind and soul to be eaten whole,
so she dies to helplessly cope with her infinite hope.
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