Nobody understood how powerful this man can be.
They grabbed him by his morals and dug into his last eye, that of visions he can see.
There was no fall back, just on luck he was empty.
His dark past brought him to the end of his road.
A story too deep, that it was left untold.
Now talking with his last forbidden breath.
A man awaiting to be taken to his death.
One eye to see far beneath your lies.
One eye not taken kindly,, on it's last goodbye.
Strange to himself, but not in a way you would understand.
Strange in reality, stranger by the hand.
Keep this fable to yourself,
It's holding strong on self doubt.
If you can't believe in harmless fate.
Then stand in line for a little hate.
Never cross over what you never believed.
It's kind of a little late to feel deceived.
©terrylin53
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