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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Beyond the scary valley After the clean sacred alley I carry my veiled vagrant self Like a monstrous and fleeing elf Through the evil forest I realize my supreme and costly errors On the deep oceans With no protective vaccines I sail my sorrow On the very witty vessel I had to borrow I am the night traveler Carrying a million evil under a black umbrella I am cursed by the corrupt earth To attract wandering woes henceforth My spirit is sanctioned Like a witch prison so old fashioned My path as dark as my thought Even the serpent to me not dare cough I wail to my troubles As I try to look at them through that plain goggles I smile to hunger and worship thirst And bless my enemies to die first. Banished from my motherland I become the scary stranger on the other land. To children, I am a monster To elders, I am a looser To the outcast, I am a friend To royals, I am a slave to lend To the hunter, I am a prey My outer suffering is a naked ray Truly, for me you dare not define Because with me they never choose to dine My inner pain is dynamite You deem infinite My stars varnish So my dim light I cherish It is with a heavy deadly wood That I strike the good And wage war to the wise fool Whether or not he tries to be cool I strengthen my soul And it feels like a rare coal For the future is wicked With my heart it trembles with a bell so creaked And so I travel Not very much aware who may tackle In silent steps The very silent footsteps Behind the marvelous mask Embedded with a mysterious task Till I reach the cold coordinate Where comes the trouble of the bastard syndicate You know not who I am Only the evil sultan can tell you what I really am.
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