With poison
To face each day
With solemn eyes,
They see humanity's
Mistakes plain as day,
And observe the
Absurdities that have been created.
Encrusted within this
Patched flesh,
My eyes are the only thing
That know truth,
Not my mind,
Nor conscience,
My eyes are the
Only thing trustworthy
For survival,
However unwanted,
Survival is what I am
Programmed to live for,
A truth known
Through the eyes of
A stoic being.
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