pull back the tattered curtain
on our darkest moments,
the black and deadened
aspects of our souls,
expose the violence, the greed,
the weakness and betrayal;
shadows that hide beneath
the rosiest of lives..
What tortured gaze
awaits us in the mirror;
what hope
have we to offer
when faced with all
that needs to die
and our own urge to kill
rather than see?
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