Exclusive, elusive I take your word as intrusive. I am the bullet you shoot with, I am the mind that you think with-the eye that you blink with, I am the odd that is now even, respect my demons, angels respect the seeds in my semen. The Light is beaming as I consume the darkness before me, but what came before me ordinarily caused me to do things that made us all bleak-do we seek-do we seek understanding? Repenting? Are we forgetting that love lost within the devil, is what we letting level...
...our hearts, art, set apart. I am what I am, if this is what it is, then what makes me a man. Without a plan it wouldn't be worth it to understand...but life is the plan...and nobody understands. While I palm the world...death is at hand.
-#PaperChaseMemoirs-
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