I live for a world without,
                            dependency
on imaginary friends..

Because at the moment,


Twelve Thousand gods fight
        for ******* of your will...


To be hateful and **** for them...

I used to believe in the tooth fairy,
             and Santa...


But the reality is some mother *******
                grow the **** up.....


I read fairy tales but I don't,
                     ****, hate..
Morality of fallen morals
      in imaginary words..

People need to recognise,
      that every story is just
a third hand view..

Rewrote from the reflections of
           that time.

But some are sheep and some
      are wolves...

But the wolves never feed,
they
    just try to prune the wool
over others eyes to let them howl
                                     at the moon..

Were the pancakes,
       and corona

is the syrup

lets spread it like
we eating out..

And were lungs are burnt...

I'll never eat out...


But ill wash my hands
           every time your
  cough pops up...