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Plastic Blade by Brad P
It's hard to distinguish between real and fake,
Perception is imperative,
It determines whether you'll make or break.
You twist your head and glance over your shoulder,
You catch a glimpse of a glimmer in the corner of your eye.
Its shines brightly behind you,
But you show no fear,
You better beware the silver blade is near.
Why should you fear?
When you've been taught to believe,
That light is white and white is pure,
Full of goodness and love.
And black is evil,
Full of hatred and wrath.
Heaven is white and bright,
Hell is black and dark.
But what if hell found a way to ignite with light?
Would you then feel more comfortable if you had to visit the place?
Probably, but why?
It appears to be safe you say,
But images are deceptive.
The eye only sees visions and visions have boundaries.
Boundaries cut out the excess and often the truth.
What you're really seeing is a disguise that seems so convincingly real.
Suddenly you realize that not a plastic blade,
Its may just be real.
A split second too late.................you've sealed your fate
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