The Black Owl

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Hard Lies

Life trails down the stairs,

Without anyone to care,

For the tears,

That is not theirs.


Where is the pure heart?

When we need our minds?

Clear of pain,

Clear of thoughts,

We release ourselves.


With a heart beating for life,

Surviving in such strife.


Take it all away!

Leave me!

Under the surface of my smiling face,

With the mask I bear,

No one will see behind this facade.


My aching heart,

A child lost during the last arch,

Such are the ways of man,

With murder on the plan.

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