Am I Human at Night?
I have two sides.
One I like,
And one I despise.
Marked by life,
Am I human at night?
So characterized by their gestures
That it is metal to chew.
If in life there's a heaven,
I must tell you, it is cruel,
As it allows what we go through,
And condones what we do.
The earliest chance at death
Would not be too soon.
Then again, why live?
Why exist in the first place?
It'll take all life to forgive
The existence of my birthplace.
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