A man wrote

A man wrote made him malicious But my quote intended to do more than one ambition

A man wrote made him malicious

But my quote intended to do more than one ambition

I’m listening, kissing the season, making my reason against my own riches;

Wishing for this and that doesn’t help me, envy emotion is in the hit-list;

I’m a hero, but my dark-side demand free will to kill the dreams of the golden child;

Raging out now, there he go buck wild;

Took a long time to calm him down;

The Pure heart, given him a heart-ache;

Hearing people using the word retarded;

yet they sit there and play the role of help with hatred;

Distraction; had to learn to act with  manners upon the hypocrites;

So I manage;

To stay without being in panic;

In the dark I spots the fake;

Showing love,  they’d still hate;

At the end of the day, the real stick with the positives

In denial, trying hard to prevent the apocalypse;

And God I still remain with