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True Colors

The blood was shed 
It will never be the same
Feel the intruding lead 
That hangs my head in pain

The drainage not on my hands 
But flows down my back
It was only in the sands 
Where you planned your attack

Executed without flaws
With no issue at hand 
You dug deep with your claws 
Into a faceless land 

Your face full of lies 
When you greet me at that place
I see through your disguise 
And reject your embrace 

The wound you try to heal 
Is now a gaping maw
Your words can never conceal 
The true colors I saw


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