Overlooked and disregarded,
In clarity and balance as though it was blind
It moves on, with the weak discarded.
Within the apathy is a quiet heart,
Pulsing gently and pumping light
Throughout the being, but just a part
Of a plain body; but what a sight.
Within the darkness are two vivid eyes,
Almost useless and under stress,
Add a third and they'll see through lies
As they force my feelings to compress.
Within the rage is a flawless soul,
Surviving a furnace of dead men's fire,
Without it, I'd have lost control
As I sat in the dark, strumming a lyre.
Within the beast is a simple man,
In equilibrium for a short time,
Being decent as best he can
As he gives the world gifts sublime.
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