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Prelude:



If you cannot accept your fate, can they?

When you start to believe, will you become a man?





The Hands:



These hands they hold me,

Fool me.

These hands they grip me,

Kill me.



Once I held these hands,

They were everything to me.

Now I shake these hands off me,

Free.





The Deception:



A single lane before me

A way ahead,

A single lie below me

Not dead.



These lies I hide

Once again,

Shows its ugly face

The sun turns into sand.



You are lost

Four directions to stroll,

Take my hands

I am in control.



The Truth:



I have seen your hands,

I trust

An iron fist will rust.



These hands they fool me,

Use me

These hands they fool me,

Blind society.



Epilogue:



One question

One answer

Man preserves his honour.