take the poison, no not out of my veins
I'll be okay, if it remains
take the venom, not off of my tongue
it has been there, since before I was young
look past the malice, that shines in my eyes
this neither, is the burden of my cries
leave the hatred, that boils even in my finger tips
just a little love, can easily overcome this
pass over the pride, that starts at my toes and reaches my skull
it is there, I know, therefore I try to drive it dull
forget the greed that tightens my jaw
ignore the mind that aids me to easily fall
my soul, though...it is my soul - as you well know
these subsidiary stains would suffocate, if this cancer were cut from my soul
it has been there forever, and never have I ever felt whole.
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