So, here's the catch.
When you kill me all you'll see is my smiling face.
For all the fiction written, there is a simple truth,
That I never wished evil upon you.
What is there to hate?
The changes we've made render us in an alternate universe.
And should I evolve to take in the sights I've let become lost to me,
I ask you to hear my words for their own sake.
As my heart feels sick,
It pains me to see you wounded.
I never wished anything on you above petty vengeance,
And now nothing less than a smile.
So while sure it be burnt,
I hold out my hand in an awkward strain of optimism,
To hope that you believe when I say,
There was always one more hand to help you up.
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