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makingMiracles — Allen Walker
Published: 2012-07-06 00:20:31 +0000 UTC; Views: 72; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 1
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He hides behind his mask
So fragile it could break like glass
With a smile pasted on his face
As delicate as that of linen and lace
The people that are at his side
Do not yet realise what he hides
The memory of a "Father" dead
Is buried deep inside his head
A circus, beatings, a dog, good times fleeting
Those are of the past for him
As he stares at his innocence filled limb
Now he has those of The Black Order
Their worth so much more than that of a quarter
And when the battle of theirs' is finally won
And all of their effort and hard work is done
Will they finally be able to see
Just what exactly they have done to he
