For that red thick liquid still run through my vein
I always feel I have that adamic nature
My entire self-imposed struggle seems to be in vain
The divinity in me yet not mature
With my sins, I still have the white veil
Deep inside my wrongs, I still show a good gesture
The secret I kept safe in my mail
The evil I hide always show on my face
My heart beats on its highest pace
I lost the authority, who can restore the mace?
My soul failed me, I number my days
Just as injured man, I can’t join the race
Am no more part of the game, untie my lace
Always in shock and fear, I broke the flower vase
In the dark dirty nightmare, am on a chase.
By J_amaze
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