Lost in a crowd of faces,

not knowing which is true.

I look to You to take me out

of this endless sea of masks.

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For too long have I worn

such masks of apathy and scorn

the very sight of such horror,

my own demise I do abhor.

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You reach out Your hand to me,

in my own shock I flee.

My guilt and my hands stained thee.

Feeling unworthy, unworthy.

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I leave You only to find You,

my expressions turns to nigh,

my guilt is washed away,