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Blind Sight and the Furnaces of Hell
Smear the sight
Grope the socket
Cleave the eyeball
Do you get it yet?
Smash out the eyes!
No one wants to see
All are blind anyways
To the pain and death of others
Greed, deep running self-absorbance
Hush now, look away
Pretend not to see
That light that leaves the young one’s eyes
As she slips away into death
It’s not like the child was important to you
Anyways
And I scream
we all shall rot in the Furnaces together!
Of are we already
There?
Here?
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Misty Hunter
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