I don’t feel alive, my eyes are just wide with pride, I’m trying to bide some time, my mood may flip on a dime. I come off as rude, but I’m surely not a prude. Agnostic you say? I prefer caustic. My words come out on fire, I never fucking tire. I dont need a knife to take a life, not a single bullet, I don’t have to pull it. You keep a diary? Damn, I never realized you’re mind was so firey. I’m just a beast tryin’ to feast. Why can’t I do so in peace? I speak in tounges and walk up ladder rungs, I’m not even close to being done. YOu might ask me where I’m from, my response is some place thats undone. My eyes are wild, I’m not even a little bit mild. I might seem out of hand, but please, just take my hand, I promise I’ll help you understand.

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