evil is as evil does we prove it when we rise above reflecting on what fate has spun untangling all that we've done to not, it takes, and rots inside pushes one to jest and hide demon’s made by playing false pretending we don't see the cost for lies to self, projected blame; hidden chambers stowing shame hear and feel, know and see the ways forgiveness set us free no matter how, or where, or why nor if makes us scream and cry to find escape from deepest haze at last we must set fear ablaze our forging furnace fire’s grace that smoothest surface which it makes within its gaze one comes to know hate’s just the mirror’s lonely foe
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