One was Dante's inferno
One of my introspect
Both yielded alike
His definition for hell
My soul's semblance to it
Both placed beside
Confused me, as to which is which
Though in his books
He casts a cautionary tale
I was born as malice
To know I cast pain in my wake
If you strolled by
My heart that seems ablaze
You would find only darkness
That is spit from it's flames
Who else but 'I' would know
The hatred that blooms within
And all I seem to reflect in pretence
Is false love and pretentious care
My words chew swords and knives
Yet, I preach peace and grace
Who should I be, I ask often
Staring into the mirror each day
What else, could you be human
Replies the mirrored me to my face
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