I wish I could write of love
But I dont know love
and it dosent know me
I have been tried
by a trial of lies,
deception,betrayal,
and above all deceit

I was found guilty
and punished accordingly
My compassion it seems
was used against me
Should I erase it
will my conscience allow me
I fear its the only thing
that makes me weak

I thought it a virtue
supposed to be strength
But how is this so
if it only hurts me
Why should I keep it
I feel its useless to me
Its my kryptonite
the source of my defeat

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