Tainted Pure
The Words of the PureSo Often Are Unheard
And Go on Till They Burn
So Deep that They Turn
To Thoughts Disturbed
And To Make Things Worse
Aint no Cure For the Tainted
So When the Pain Hits
He's Consumed With
Feeling Unsure He'll Ever Make it
So Life He Takes it
For Granted and He Wastes it
Creating for Himself
A Fate Less Than Shameless
Pathing Way for A Day
He May Fade Away Nameless
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