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This poem represents the twisted moral of human nature |
| An occult heavy vine consumed my space of mind my mind suffered the wrath of my glutony that controlled my plastic hands With every piece that fell off my cracked palms The deluded little girl that was left inside here continued to stray off into this numinous air with every step she took A lambent glow pondered into the abyss I could never fathom this simple fact This enigma still lingered inside this unhinged pandoras box An esoteric enchantment pulled my hands and legs with strings My eyes reeked of distasteful sin An eerie smell plunged my dreary bones And now demolition dominates my very soul |