Twists and turns,
Zig Zag my voice swaggers
I found me a Nun.
Beyond skies i behold
That beauty that speaks less
I muscle till dusk
But all that is seen is i mask
Peek through
The depth of my thoughts,
Must one wrong
Erase a million rights?
I am no saint,
I merely paint with words,
Some bear thorns,
And some breed life.
Draw the curtains of my soul,
Let my vice not define me,
See me as i am,
Not as you want.
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