It's coming close to the end,
but the fight is just begining.
We spend life in virtue,
but I guess we're only sinning.
There's no time like the present,
so lets focus on the past.
The world turns too slowly round,
but it's going too damn fast.
Once again an oxymoron,
the living dead do strike.
I'll sing a song of ballet,
I'll dance upon the mic.
I am a danger to the universe,
I am the protector of the innocent.
I am such a f*cking animal,
with hope to nurture and repent.



I know how that song feels though...Been thee, done that...Ugh!
LOVEYOU.
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