I’m a victim of this life.
cursed by God, a poisoned mind
perhaps if I lacked the sight,
at peace I’d be, for beauty blinds.
I, a violent child.
Waterfalls, song, paintings and poem.
Mountains, thunder, this world and beyond it.
Heaven and hell, angels that fell
I stand among them, seeking their hell
for I am now cursed, cursed to be breathing,
so I...
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