Made

Saw your face again today
Reflected in the paths that
I walk upon, the wrath I step
On, for believing is not a straight
Line, but a sweet and sour all
The time, the clouds precipitate,
Man does anticipate ways to
Run away from you, even in the
Evening of the odds, in the staff and
Rods that lead me, summer is here,
It is near, man will never be the
Same, for dark is to blame,
You took my pain upon yourself,
Put hate up on the shelf,
I see the faces, I see the places,
I see the traces of Your fingerprint,
I see the blueprint, I am not blue over
What you have made, and the faces on
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