VISIONS OF PASTURES WELL KEPT
DELUSIONS OF GRANDEURS WELL SPENT
HALLUCINATIONS OF PEOPLE WELL FED
IS THIS THE END, AM I DEAD
VISIONS OF GARDENS WELL TENDED
DELUSIONS OF CASTLES WELL GROUNDED
HALLUCINATIONS OF TEMPLES AMMENDED
IS THIS OUR HOPE
YOU'RE A INSANE MAN
SHOULD BE A DETAINED MAN
OUR HOPES OUR DREAMS
ARE BUT REALLITY SCREAMS
THIS IS NOT THE END BUT THE BEGINING
OF OUR NATURE TO D
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Reason for writing:
I WAS MESSING AROUND WITH DRUGS AND SHIT AND GOT INTO
WRITING AND THIS WAS MY FIRST POEM I EVER WROTE
AND MY FRIENDS TOLD ME TO SEND IT IN
SO THATS WHAT IM DOING
Birth sign: Not entered
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