I see you for what you are
The magic you hide from the world
A magic that only those pure of heart can see
You try to hide it
Thinking it will keep you safe
But what you don’t know is that pure of heart is not always good
For evil can be just as pure as good
I am no wizard
I am just as lost as you are
So run, run, run get as far as you can
For our hour of destruction is at hand
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Comments (2)
Kind of trippy! What were your ideas surrounding writing this?
It does seem that the hour of destruction is always at hand whenever anyone attempts to do something good.