Here I am exemplifying evil
thinking the wrong things
wanting without recourse
lying to myself
Viewing with hunters eyes
preparing cordite
explosively presuming
I can be someone else
Good to know
Mother's prayers
Father's lectures
lover's needs
bring me back
Maintaining sobriety
work to do
people to see
speeches to make
financial forecast, black
Be good to me fate
allow me to fly high
swing low
with agility and grace
Be my friend love
walk with me often
tickle my senses
allow grand smiles upon my face
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