Several blocks away,
Now lives my darling Mike.
I crossed the streets,
Strolled to visit Patrick,
And fell for his tricks,
So I lost my guardian angel.
Come-on boy!
Wilt thou eat the same food all day,
Even though she's no prodigy?
So I followed my allies,
Just to see where power lies,
It was all but the same act of coy.
If He's a God to whom you kneel,
Why does he not answer thee?
They led me to the bush of knots,
Where I called their god,
But it's eyes did blink not.
Is it your property?
Even the government does it.
Take, loot and be abreast.
I tried, it worked, I quenched my thirst.
But I now struggle to have a good rest.
Our innocent self,
And the self-guilt.
Those things in the dark,
Which held our shine aback,
Now revealed to us at last,
That all is vanity and mere lust.
Mike mike
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