Do you know the person within,
That master expert of killing?
The person out of your known,
But your cry close to his groan.
He might be ended, but he sleeps,
And wakes on the fire's cliffs.
He looks like you, but can't be mirrored;
Not like a spirit, but like you, appeared.
He nestles in you, but kills you often;
And you resurrect, he rests then.
He murders the nears with hands of you,
Unknown to most, but know a few;
His clutches stop you from being so kind;
Now you remember that Anger of Mind.
Duality is not yours; he makes you seem,
And can melt your lights too dim.
You can't murder him, but linger his rest,
Let him sleep and don't mar the zest.
You can live a best little more,
As loud as the sound of the snore...
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