What Am I?
elevated beyond factor
with chills running down my spine, caressingly.
i seek out tampered injustice
with little will to hold on to.
feelings of indiscretion that can
no longer be validated.
so many thoughts come to me
as i sit resistively, so.
and the gods, they, show no remorse
for my casualty, thereafter.
shadows of sinister smiles
clawing at my trail of terrorizing magic.
seize me, for i am in collateral with myself.
judge me not, for i am so
i am not yours to belittle.
i cast out lessons of secrecy that
condemn margins of plasticity.
forever i am caught up in a knowledge of sceneries.
what kind of mishap did god create?
they say "He" doesn't make mistakes...
if so, then what am i?????
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