Warning.
Anger, resentment, pain,
Some think it is just a game
Hope and peace of mind, just out of reach
Eventually learning what you teach
Mortals too highly graced
Faith badly placed
Knife running smooth, sharp and deep
Living with the company you choose to keep
You live the life you create
Who knows if it is possible for you to relate
Take this as a notice of heeding, warning
For all the stupid things im still doing
Open and see what I dare to give you access
But you need to know, I will never confess
poem by Saz Fairy
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