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He is indifferent to the empty spite their shut lips speak
Jacob is the man's birth name
No one noticed when his tears hit the floor and he was weak
Everyone built meaningless trash while his demons played a game
The dogs bit the hand
Light lays ever so hard to find in these layers of the mind
Nature hides the truth and devours the weak leaving them in a foreign land
Strange dark blue slowly stained jacob's eyes and plagued his kind
The foot feels ever so heavy before you hit the gas
How strange the milky white of the wall turns gray
Jacob wondered about sanity or if there ever was
Now he smiled and closed his eyes imagining himself running the only right way
Away from civilization he ran
The sky seemed to part above him as he kicked the can