BITTER SWEET IMAGINATION.
Had wanted to always live in an imagination
Which we called the epitome of perfection
But the mother of all acts of misconduct
Even when I came into the world in blood,
Had always wanted it without pain
but death for the wicked specimen
But who knows if I was thinking right
When I wanted wealth and yet want you dead
Maybe I was wicked!
Post created and written by @tezzmax, edited and posted by @camzy
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