Sunday, June 25, 2006

Now when I wear my saintly mask
You see in me the evil

When I had worn my evil
You said I was a saint

Who is right and who went wrong
What is held and what is lost

Ho do you in your world
Measure friends and foes

How do you in your saneness
Make sense of us insanes

I never claimed I was good
I have always been one lost

But you who has found your way
Why should you grope in the dark?

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