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[guinessboy]

scarred by the hurt
tatood by the rain
the ink is the needle
the ink is the blade
my feelings they cut
my feelings they puncture
my feelings are full
but exist without structure
you see the damage done
taste the tears drawn
you feel the blade run
that killed the innocent fawn
bloodied by her death
the blade full of taint
no ignorance left
'twas chosen by fate
my feelings are seen
the truth been released
all that was once good
has been slain by the beast