I walk among the masses with a light in my soul that refuses to burn out
I walk among darkness, it strokes my body with every movement.
I walk among evil and it hides as I turn my head.
I walk among deceivers who embrace the greater bad and smile to my face.
Who will delivers us? Who will set us all free from this madness?
Darkness you old friend will you come to sit by me and envelope me in your misleading sense of segregation.
Will you make me believe that I have no one?
or will you surrender as you should at the sight of many? ~Sandra Ayala
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