Flying high
with my brazen-faced assertions
ready to fight and destroy
the entire world
fear of nothing
eclipsed by my own aura
my will to think,diminishing.
out to conquer
nothing but everything
to lessen the satisfaction
for there's more
that's mine
at the speed of light
i ride.
the peach lipped girls
standing in the corner
my narcissistic unrest
compelling me to lure them
into another sin
selling their souls to me
for all that remains.
envying the lightning
for it's faster than me
to strike
and burn
without prejudice
and neglect, i wanna be her.
but look at me now
in my royal cornicle
covered with grass
and festooned with earthworms
i'm so happy
i'm resting.
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