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All black fitted going to go out,

have the colors that are true of my life,

the black and dark

always follows around the only companions in life,

the sinful colors going to commit a crime,

grasp some air

insert the gloves who covers my name and identity,

look in the reflection form the form a small smirk,

am I truly happy always in joy,

or Is it a smile of pain whats going on,

the black hat covers the black mind and dark thoughts,

the black shirt covers the black whole

thats left after the time,

covers the soul,

dark pants covers the legs

that have been walking in some kind of a wrong path,

the gloves covering,

so my lord wont see that is not my blood

that is stain in my thumbs,

black color by force never by choice,

thats why my ticket to admit me to heaven is gone,

so now satan get ready to face

a warrior that you created,

the pain was my heart,

the wounds where my food,

now look at me wearing your cloths,

still lord I would like a choice

to be free and be by you,

but till them I have to stay here,

I sit here in a cage,

the heat melting the iron that covers me,

but pain after pain, wound after wound,

turns up the heat and melts it away,

now so close to kick it and break out,

but it seems like I care to much,

I dont want to wear black,

but another color and smile