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Beyond this world,
beyond this time,
not hidden by curtains,
not hidden by blinds,
a young man sits,
bleeding down his side,
as he slumps,
he sobs,
this young man cries,
and bloody red tears, vacate his side,
before this man,
stands another guy,
and in his hand,
lies some kind of knife,
and upon his persons,
lies a blackened eye,
brushed and broken ribs,
and a bloody backside.

The man that stands,
Knows this to be true,
Who is this man?
What did he do?
You know this man,
He held you tighter than glue,
Wouldn't let you live,
This man is you.

Scared of crowed places,
Sees evil on all faces,
Displayed nothing but graces
At home he erases,
Personality,
Kindness,
Wealth,
He cries out of blindness,
He needed your help.