Utterance On How I Feel
The imagery almost overly surreal
Yet, this is a reality that’s real
Or, is it only an illusion
Birthed from confusion
Ode, to the avarice of vanity
Fated our such the paths of insanity
She tasks me until the day of my death
Her crying from tears of losing her last breath
And though he may ravage like a savage your flesh
There to still will come a day when you will afresh
Honestly I wish you both the absolutely and upper most best
Let too, your days and nights do be doubly filled and doubly blessed
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