No matter how thick the layer of Ice may be
Or how deep the lovely and kindness façade
The Flames of Hatred will always burn beneath
As I realize that the Oceans are Lava-made
So I wonder if anyone that looked within, would they see?
With macabre gait, dancing on the background of my gaze
Silent and sinister, my Beauty which shall wilt
Forever lost, forever fallen from the everlasting Grace
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