Confession
Confession.
As this envy and greed are the seeds of my decomposing soul,
and my mind is enveloped within the turning of the pages,
my heart rages,
my hands contagious to the touch.
The world is asking too much from this body, this soul of mine.
Ive been lost in time while I rhyme about the ages and the stages that I've never stood upon,
but I've not yet lived that long.
BKrabbit
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