The Empath
The Empath
The Empath lies,
When asked if he cries.
He will eat all your sin,
And never ever win.
He drowns in his charms,
And burns on his arms.
He can't relate
To all this hate.
He wants to leave,
He wants to grieve.
The Empath tries
And tries and tries.
Wishes God would send
Some angels for him.
But today is sad
For humanity's mad.
Just waiting for the day
God takes him away.
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