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Memorized by these illusions
Such vivid memories placed so delicately in there heads
Bitter sweet mysteries leave the third eye blind
Losing all but this tainted sanctuary
Is only a need that they all want
And in waiting
This lovely burn seems to approach again
Capture their invisible wings
And staple them to the splintered wall
Leaving visible scars
That not a soul hesitates to question
Although each one subconsciously understands
This destructive evidence is left upon these bodies
Still they ask till their hearts content
Just to see all of mankind’s uncomfort

We all have them
We have them all
A mark of why we are here

Searching is but the hardest part
Finding is the worst
We’ll only find these bodily etch leftovers
When we find ourselves
These scars left behind
From where their wings have been torn
Tattered remains
Without advise