Hard Soul
By: Devin Cade

In a voice that's heard, 
inside a spirit that has learned. 
Be inside a love hate 
and take your lumps you've earned.

Scream for the loss, rage in your neglect. 
Watch your hero's die 
only to derive a new respect.
“Life" at it's greatest inner toil. 
Befriended to the construct, 
"well done" extracted from the frozen boil. 

Warmth is science and greatness a fashioned glare. 
Only to superceed ourselves 
of ficticious despair. 

Why me, what for? Never see the door. 

Cry tears in vain. 
With no conscience of how they tasted. 
Yet for the vanity itself 
and the tears that we've wasted.



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