by Novadreamz on April 17. © C.j. Slim, All rights reserved
I confess this guilt.
To these thoughts I spilt.
A second for your ears to listen not to wilt.
My intent is to be thorough.
It's all about this sorrow.
Your attention, that is what is needed to borrow.
In this dimension the daylight will always rise tomorrow.
The Dark Knight brings.
His spirit filled with the darkest things.
That is cast on the morrow.
I have so much as such to say.
Restricted I'm conflicted to the words I want to pray.
If the world only knew how much I knew to this day.
Conflict of interest,
it's only a slight Pinterest,
of a picture to pay.
If I could post,
To everyone so that they may host,
So that I may paint the the black and white clearly Gray.
They have beat me down,
chained me down to stay.
But this monster will rise again.
Without a sigh or tear.
None of this is a threat you should not fear.
Stripped and sheared,
Grind it, to find it, I have been threw every gear.
Temperature regulated, faught, taught and tested,
Seen as so mean.
Check it, hell inspect it,
threw this instrument Flir.
My Protege Will up lift these wings lear.
I love you always and forever Bubbacup,
Daddy's just sayin what's up.
Never to shake, stand strong not to quake.
In the north east corner IM RIGHT HERE....
©n0vadr3amz
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