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The World Through My Eyes.


Through my eyes I see,

The angel within me,

The blood of virtue in his veins,

As he casts his divinity.

 

Through my eyes I see,

The devilish rebel of sin,

As his relentlessness rises,

He only seeks to win.

 

Through my eyes I see,

The corruption of the world,

Though many seek security,

The truth must be heard.

 

Through my eyes I see,

A boy my age,

He looks for the answers

To the questions in his head.

 

Through my eyes I see,

An image in the mirror,

Reflected as my true self,

 As the world seems clearer.

 

Through my eyes I see,

A spirit colored black,

As he speaks his name

He calls himself Zack.

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