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May 7, 2024 at 2:18 AM
I was never ever scared
Of being a hero,
And I never fucking underrate
My will and their egos
I am in the arctic world
While everybody on Caribbean
Makes their skin a darker shade
Gold here is a “hand-made”
I won’t ever understand
The mechanic of evil
Cotton ribbons tear apart
I’m distinguishing the echoes
Feeling like it’ll never end
But the end is the tomorrow day
Maybe frost can turn to scorch
The ash-tree in my mind grows
Have you ever felt the ache
Like a heart attack in your innards?
Have you ever wielded a sword
Like a bastard or a hero?
Were you like a fragile doll
Or a fighter with no inner world?
Were you peaceful as a sea
Or your storm could destroy me?
The Hero from eternal dent
Turned to a villain
He has mutilated my soul
But never won as I’m strong
I have never had a choice
Poison colors and dead animals
Were a perfect way to spend
My kids-last lovely vernals
