This
This strange individual
Named
Named myself
Longs for
Longs for something
something this myself
hasn't first-handed
in what seems to be
The duration of an epic tale.
In those, however, the hero
always finds,
against all odds,
his ******
His soul
disguised as one separate
from his own.
Don't blame me
Please don't blame me
For such things as this are
Apparently
Out of the control
Of such a control maniac
As God
and myself.
God and I share a peace treaty.
The roses and violins –
They give me hope.
They are the substances
the only substances
with the power to refurbish my soul.
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 5:47 PM UTC
This
This strange individual
Named
Named myself
Longs for
Longs for something
something this myself
hasn't first-handed
in what seems to be
The duration of an epic tale.
In those, however, the hero
always finds,
against all odds,
his ******
His soul
disguised as one separate
from his own.
Don't blame me
Please don't blame me
For such things as this are
Apparently
Out of the control
Of such a control maniac
As God
and myself.
God and I share a peace treaty.
The roses and violins –
They give me hope.
They are the substances
the only substances
with the power to refurbish my soul.
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