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I'm like a jack of all trades,
whose a master of none.
I am just a poor boy though
my story's seldom told.
I have squandered my
resistence for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jests, still a man hears what he wants to hear,
and disregards the rest.
Cold hearted orb
that rules the night,
removes all color from our sight,
red is gray, and yellow white,
but we decide which is right,
And which is an illusion.
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