My Voracious love
For the artistry cleanses my crooked lust
Lurking around my crusted heart.

Each day is a miraculous day
To strive for perfection
when I baptise my mind
By writing down my plight.

A holy matrimony is felt
On a mass scale
equivalent to an equator belt.
When my soul sings
'kumbaya my lord
I am ready to serve you
with my mighty sword
When deception
comes in many form of monsters
whispering In my ear
''you are ours for taking
for our destructive cause'.


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