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By Makarov20

Hell feasting on my soul,
a mistake made by an explorer,
naive and helpless, lost.

Creation brings the mind
happiness, but sorrow fills
the heart.  Caught between two worlds.

Glistening in the light, money
does stimulate greed, and
greed transforms into evil.

Hatred a sure sign of death,
pain crossing paths with grief.
Judge me not by the mistakes I make,

But by the ones I correct.
Glorified in a world of confusion...
pausing only to lay down to rest.

Blanketed from temptation, treated
unfairly like I'm different,
but yet we are alike.

Reach out for a helping
hand, but get a shove in return.
A promise broken more than once,
and a heart broken forever.