Black erased
All I can see;
A childs face.
My place is safe
Its only grace
Protection from
Some insane
False praise.
Check it.
Your sanity
Hyperbalance
In extremity
Basic studies
Are all you need;
A Buddy's close
proximity.
Complicated
Perhaps perforated
Feeling like, your majesty
Status configurated
Actually
Unelevated.
Yet still
You prostrated.
Risen up
from the dust
Forehead perched
Out of lust?
Who praises this, about the church?
Apparently I,
As I write to you
Boasting why.
Ego is
As ego does
So, I can't let this one go.
Because...
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