CLARITY -- By Kharisma
A breath of fresh air enters the mind,
someone has been messing with the fine tuning knob,
Clarity is subjective.
And the stars will be painted red. Don't say I didn't warn you.
They move in packs like wild dogs hungry for destruction,
Devouring everyone in their path.
The shadows control what you see,
look deeper.
Face value means nothing.
Trust...
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