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Mar 2022
You keep saying that
I don’t know what it means
You think you’re the first sorceress
I’ve ever seen?
You think mystic statistics
Above me
Beyond
But I’ve been to the edge
Where humanity dawned
And I wandered this wasteland
A true vagabond
And along the way
Wicked like witches
I spawned
What no dead-beaten creep
Could conceive in the deep
Now I reap the sweet nectar
I plucked from the peak
So for someone
Without any answers
It’s odd
You’re so quick to close minds
To my kind
Monkey god
So just wait for your sign
Ruling planets
Align
For the more down to earthly
Affairs
Are best saved
For the skeptics and doubters
And me robbing graves
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  30/M/California
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