staring at the yellow light strangely appropriate for cowards who i pray i will never become do you know how predictable you are? "oh my love, oh my man, oh my wishing star" who has read the tripe by Lonely Child the alias who is me who found beauty in the lies I wove the jest I have conceived i am ridiculed for my words "that simple minds can't comprehend" so i wove a web of simple words that someone else has said... and like lambs to slaughter you prey upon words with little more than rhyme that drop from off your drooling tongues in praise your soul denies... that is, of course, assuming that you still have one. so i compose my sonnets that need not have a form and one day i will leave this place and not come back, anymore and you will sit upon your thrones that make you gods of verse... let the meek inherit the earth-- for the strong want the universe.
Reason for writing:
~^~I am simply a scientist, I have a code to which I remain true. I don't presume to the stature of moralist...I leave pretention like that, sir, to you.~^~ Jekyll n Hyde
Birth sign: Pisces
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