Perfection
Now, I join Nightwish
Only, I soar
High above the birds
High above you
For, whatever I near
I seer
Therefore, I must hide!
Surreptitious steps, within my own omnipotent greatness
Oh how, in the land of angels,
I am preeminent!
Number one! I am on top.
I am… perfect.
Copyright © Quincy Bee | Year Posted 2010
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