Find the man under the mask;
Broken under the smiles.
Like amthe king chess piece
Without his knights, he lacks peace
Now his nights have been stolen
Whenever he sleeos
His horrorful memory peeps
He has lost hope
Find the man under the mask
Blue eyes
Like blue ice
He's so cold, he blew ice
He believes in God who art in Heaven
But shortsighted of his spirit who art within,
Yea in him
He needs help.
Find that man before he finds a knife.
His chances of recovery are looking slim
He's beginning to forget what it's like to be alive.
Bring him to your marvelous light from a world so dim
You died for his life
Please Lord, find him.
#TheMouthpiece
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