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That Blade


I lived I live In a world of hatred Where the past never dies The one true immortal A way for us to close our eyes A way for us to shut our ears I see the blade that stabs But others only blame the hand That crimson in your eyes only spell hate Can it also be what you don't see What is beyond you The reason that your hand grabbed the blade That blade of hate Is it God Or is it the God in your eyes Why does your hand grab that blade That blade of hate If this is the world that I live in Then I shall take that blade But I shall bear that hatred Because I see not the hand But I see I see that blade The blade that I will sheath
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