In a world of amateurs I prevail
where even I truly do not know what am I
My heart holds endless grudge and hatred for a very reason I seem to ignore

In a world of disbeliefers I endure
I endure much hypocrisy and untruth
In a war where no pity , humanity nor grace stand
Blood was shed but not tears
How could One who does not believe , feel ? I wonder.

Words remain untold no matter how much I write
This is just a glimpse , where emotions and visions reign
Will it ever be fully uncovered? By then will they truly understand?

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