I am just a normal person,
with dreams that can shatter the world;
with hopes that can make mountain from the dust.
who can lie and dig his own grave,
i am that kind of a normal person.
my eyes cannot reveal the person i'm,
with my closed lips and my uptight form,
i defy the truth, the faith in human.
like the oracle of death, i walk past you.
a part evil; and a drop of kindness.
makes me the blend of the unknown form.
call it the person who i became,
or the legend that i'll turn to.
that is the person i am,
like the uncharted universe we live in,
with the good; bad and the evil of self.
i marchmy own army of million thoughts.
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