Vanity Supreme

"Nobody's eye will shead a tear for him"
i hear you say and
"Enigma better left untouched"
Kind less by far what else you tell about him.

Outcast i became for rejecting your rejection.
Bereft were the days I tried to help him
to find his peace of mind.
Existence afterwards was torment.

i am sorry for all of you:
for him
for the ones who made him like this
for you
as you all will continue
rejecting in anger what you do not want to understand
living your lifes in vanity supreme
-against which i will always continue to fight-
before which i was sacrificed.

08-27-2003
-Pilgrim

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