My eyes, like windows to my soul,
Have no choice but to show,
The wounds you inflicted so long ago.
I carry you like the condemned carried their fate,
Like a never ending burden and a crushing weight.
You are the flower on the Judas Tree,
And there is no redemption for what you have done to me.
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