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The podium is gleaming like the sun, but it seems as if only I can see the blood coating it like slick wet paint.
A man steps onto it and he looks like the idea of success, but it seems as if only I can see the girls he used trailing behind like hungry wolves.
The people clap for him like he is going to show us the secrets of life itself, but it seems as if only I can see the blindfolds on their eyes held there by taller people.
I wonder what he is going to say, he could say so much,
The lessons of a life worth living
The beauty in the small moments
The humanity that unites us all
So many things he could say
But in the end
All he could utter, was hate.