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The beauty of the human soul
Is that darkness lurks within it
Yet it pretends like that darkness
Does not exist in most others.

It peers into its deep follies
And it comforts itself with words:
"It does not exist in others."
So, it hides itself from others.

Those who have not the luxury
Of their offenses deeply hid,
When revealed to those other hearts
They shrink back scared, wishing to hide.

No, not to hide from the danger
But to hide from their own naked
Shame; that the sorry story seen
Could so easily be their own.

Yet, society can't function
With that stark shame open to all.
If accepted it in others,
We'd understand the chaos. So.

We hide it in ourselves rightly
For the shame within us, it is
Common, yet reveal it to all
And men become hated by all.