Despicable as I write syllables so unexplicable that when taken literal are far more biblical than being fictional. Clinical criminal in prison held never in minimals, I was born cynical, cuz judged am I, critical against authority, I stay quizzical, so rise in the physical, until all miserable imbeciles stand down so it is pitiful. The Life I lead is not fixable, I live every second of it as if its pivotal, until I reach my pennacle or a place described as peace that in my mind stays mystical. Vyllain.
- Author: Knoxvyll (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 30th, 2018 04:16
- Category: Letter
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