30 Masks
You're as clear as glass
and the nastiest mess;
You have different personalities
and about thirty masks;
You guide others throug the dungeon
with nothing to see;
You're heart's darker than ebony
just like your soul;
I called you a friend
now you're my foe;
I was blinded-
not by your kindness,
but with mask number four.
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