The Heart of Men
If my wretched soul
wasn't incarcerate inside
the cage of my ribs for
my transgression
I would walk to depth
of the horizon where the
Sun sleep to set it on fire
like a burning desire,
and watch it burn to ash
My intentions are ruthless...
If I grow feathers I would fly
to the roof of the great sky
cut the strings that the
stars hang on, and violently
laugh as they fall to the
surface of the earth
and break their shine
My intentions r ruthless...
If I were a few step taller
I would stretch my arms
up the sky, and squeeze
the rain out of the
clouds so that the river
become thirsty, and run
to the ocean for water
My intentions are ruthless,
because I have the heart
of a men
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