Randomnness
O man, it's him again
Jelly toasted sandwich
Peanut butter topping,
Apple juice: sweet as sweet
With a dash of kisses
And hugs on the side,
Tight grips and little kicks
No balls but straight goals,
Ran for the keeper
Hit and run: missing but scoring
Nothing but randomness,
O man, chasing my dreams
Hoping that I won't wake up,
Ran for miles in the astral 's
Woke up with a fatigue
Bloody-sweaty-body
Throat slit...
Back stabbed...
Heart ripped out,
Tired as an old man!
Spirit so drained...
I don't think that-
I can wake up again,
Chased by an army of men
With blades as sharp...
As the tip of the eiffel tower,
Ran to the gates
Call me a Renegade,
But I'm straight though!
Pushed, betrayed and stabbed
Left for death...
But I was right to leave...
Joined my neighbors
To live in a bigger land,
Called my uncles to stop calling me
Met the brothers...
United with my sisters
Black as black
A dark evening and a chrome morning
Maroon and blue flooring.
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