Images Poem by Satan's Sibling

Images



Flashing in my head,
They never cease to be.
I feel them show my path,
But I wish they'd leave me be.
I'd die without these images,
They show me the truth.
The bland sensory,
The path from elder to youth.

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Satan's Sibling

Satan's Sibling

In the Bahamas. (I wish)
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