No white
Shades of varied grey
Till we pass away
And our aura
Lingers,
All we leave behind.
Look for the light in the blackest soul
The spoiled child who became a rancid man,
Forgive him for he,
As we all are,
Was a victim of his poison environment.
Though a willing participant
In the pain of others,
He had friends and lovers too,
Deranged and estranged
He had a mother whom he nursed on
The hearse now on it's way.
Forgive him
Become a lighter shade of grey,
Be thankful the darkness has passed
See the light of day,
It will dawn on you,
Compassion will set you free
From the dark aura
You can't forget,
Only forgive for your own sake.
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