Yo fam not saying you need it but good luck - fhis wasnt easy
Its the shadows within us, that show our shallow innocence,*
In most incidences used to disguise, our true sinfullness..
We hide behind good tidings, that we sing that we bring,*
But we wont bring a thing, unless your called yang and I am called ying.
Sit with my own kind every dinner, tonight its dinner for two,*
Halved a carcus passed on the bigger, cus even vultures love too. *
Pity and Mercy are rations, a drop that splash a sign of compassion,
No enthuiasm, the chasms to deep an abyss, to even imagine.
Its when the lights on us, it shows true too who we all are,
Too bright for us, shadows scamper n if caught, they usually scar.
We can all remember being caught out, go on I dare you to try,
Count the amount of times you've been the reason for someone to cry
Yourself is selfless, if you have somebody else by your side
Someone you confide your feelings with, for you both too hide
That shallow innocence, low in the chasm, becomes somewhat deeper
Evidence that though were an evil creature, we can be much sweeter
Compassionate actions - you recognise the pain you see an attempt to relay
but its only fractions of the pain you see day to day and look the other way
All darkness has some form of light, take a black holes event horizon
Masters of the chasm, shallow sea of compassion, we preside over as poseidon
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