dead eyes
I open darken eyes
once,
the coins
have expired.
Come to conscious,
of the monstrous,
I wish,
I could never be.
Swans are gentle
like un-conditional
love of pups
we bring into the world.
This world
makes me mad
the fog of evil,
due to the on-going
devil
taking control of rich
mad of fools.
One day a year,
was a fantasy
to disappear,
No harm
to a special time,
blowing out
candle rhymes,
wishing upon a star,
to dreams,
that we wish
to come true.....
We still have hope.
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