The Tricky Cicatrix
Greeted with morning jingles, goodnight sufferings purely cured.
Yet filtered rays revive the unfiltered pain endured.
Spitting image of life flung on a deadly screen.
Gruesome profile in sight through what the brave have been.
A whip of chauvinism, a mole of mismatched union.
A lust for virgin flesh, a mass of bullied bullion.
Blinding sting of words encompasses thy bright psyche.
Army of deadly spines, as well, capsules lush green cacti.
Reflection of thy spirit, fortitude it fortifies.
Telling an untold story, nudifying unspoken lies.
Embarrassed why thou then, when unabashed donors set free?
Scapegoat thou in here, howbeit, justice God's decree.
Be it a juvenile mischief or a matured impatience.
Thy gifted persona canst not be belied by thy lesions.
Thou, the chosen one, wert emblazoned by 'The Unbiased'.
For pain embraces names inscribed in heavens above as pious.
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