Sweetness are life seems

moving struggling dream

strong cocky self-esteem…



Imagination creative right

storming soul lighting bright

unaccepted societies myth…



Mixed up poetry, hidden works

magick between all my lines

golden lov of all kinds, deserts…




Un related to this piece of poetry,

a group of people whom call themselves

a gang ¨bloods¨…

Just seem that it really matters, a computer,

where is the honor, i have no fear…

Bring it on assholes..

War, number one darkprince…


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