Wednesday, December 7, 2011

its Becoming

You may not feel my height is to fear
Beware
My plan is being excuted
Comprehend how I tower over you and sore
Straight to the point, nothing short
Beyond your wildest wounders
I am my beliefs
Forgotten about my negative history
So there is no backlash when I turn my back on defett
Mission accepted

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