What have you done to him?
you've cracked his mask!
He took ever so long to construct it
It was made of bent truths and unspoken beliefs
It was so beautiful, what have you done to it?
It was shining so brightly,
polished with poisons like pride and pretension,
gleaming in it's faith for the shining charade
And now through the cracks we can see his face
What an ugly distorted face it is,
Caked with compassion and love
You could almost call him an individual
Without the mask, he just might think for himself!
What were you thinking?
You should not have thought at all
If things keep going like this, he might start thinking too
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