Ain't too fain to do what I'm told.
They will bury me in black rags and gold
Devoid of want; nature is insane,
All I've wept has left in vain,
as shapless as a hurricane.
Silver lining to lamenting,
fall to Dante's fame;
Ice can numb like novacaine,
once you speak the devil's name.
Magicka snaps back to the center
once you stretch duality.
You are not a reflection of me,
what I see is what I wanna be.
Wanna learn witchcraft? read slow,
pedagogy smirking inderectly.
I'mma teach ya...
non-ado does it most perfectly.
Ego fits a size, better than not derived.
I'm beyond 97, if what I love is your demise.
Though, tripple 7's, I won't lie,
enlightened more these sràmic eyes.
©an_odd_who
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