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I see the weary eyes of a calced man,he's tasted hate more than most, but spits it out to make room for melancholy words.Tears have dried a thousand times across his life scarred face. His dream have faded out,from more tension than his heart could take...can't you see his sacrafice? Can you feel his disposition as he looks on to his life...when you see the eyes of a time worn man can you feel his pain...do you tasted the sweat as it lingers on his chapped and bleeding lips. in his hands i see his sorrow...by the scars and blisters still healing....i watch the life as it fades from his tired eyes...i see the eyes of a empty man...The light that once burned bright is taken by his pain...i see the pitch black eyes of a man who has lost all his sanity from a unthankful life and a hate filled god ...i see the eyes of a empty man torn away too quikly by a world filled with rage and silence....i see the lifeless body of humble man who lived as a slave to this world....



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