Fine Line

Horrors unknown
In places hidden away
From caring eyes
Secluded from love and
The eyes of God
Sinister degenerate laughter
Happily working smelting souls
Anger, lust and hate filled heart
Fervently applying the craft
Free to torment, and pound
The innocent soul for pleasures sake
An unholy coalition
Unfathomable to pious men
No rest for this blacksmith
The jewels must be formed
One ounce of compassion
In either direction
May change the jewel into
Divine gold
A Saint or
Putrid waste
A monster
He walks a fine line



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