“Turmoil’s of an Impassionate Saint”
I see many people in different walks of their life,
jeering and sneering piteously at my inherent strife.
Dwelling in a world filled with thorns and scorns,
I find myself strangled the same way as in those porn’s.
Mastering the art of just living for no known reason,
now I dream how I could pimp it around, all season.
Someone inside I hear, everyday, fighting that demon,
but each time I see him chucked out like them semen.
Pretty it is, to see those vultures come circling.
Mournful it is, to see me waiting for their tickling.
Wishful as I am, I yearn for a perfect solitary ending,
but rules are all final, and there’ll be no more bending.
: SRK
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