Limitation of the Imagination
pushing my limitation I'm just an imitation
of an imaginary wold set in the hands of a
hateful child with a knife . if it were seen
through a magnifying glass I'm sure you
would see the difference but you dug your
eye's out looking for the zipper that held
you mouth shut . living with the lie that
we will never die , hate comes in many
forms and your the first .
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