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A God Like Me

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Turning this way or that, down a grey street, void of people
Shaking this out of myself, a rumbling for the ranting steeple
That is the height of my apostle, a solitary preceptor of this
Seems like fate is always, and is forever, taking the unlimited piss

As there is so much for me to give, so much for them to take
An acronym of my steps seem, to be echoing my motions, to stake
A sweetness found in the bitter fruit that is, illegal and prohibited
Beating this down and screaming the defiant, protest unsolicited

But for me when the rage is born forth, a sense of attack is blood
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Natasha Ashwe 25 July 2006

Am I a self induced drug, for my veins to carry to the mind so unblessed? Yes, and you're glorious.

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