Unskilled Deceiver

Hit me and do I not hurt,

yet you don't know how much.

With each injury, my soul is burnt.

Burnt by the feel of evil's touch

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Never knowing the things that I feel most,

the things to which people pretend.

Just hovering around like lost ghosts,

Fearing an unfortunate and unyielding end.

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So hear no evil I pretend to thee,

knowing I hear all those hidden secrets.

Deaf I pretend to be,

acting as one not knowing your regrets.

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I voice no anger over your choices made

because you must have had a reason.

Regret only that words that made me feel played,

what we had was made for every season.

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Seeing it evident before my eyes

I pretended I was blind.

The things you do I can only despise,

and struggle to keep from being out of my mind.

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We hear your evil no matter what you do,

yet we'll love your memory.

We're told about your evils, yes it's true

and it's all a part of your story.

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Seeing your evils all around

our hearts scream out as in pain we moan.

Those like you, I have found

are why good men know they'll die alone.