Returning to fate faced with yellowing
Burning with hope’s lust of greed’s, “please! Just be.”
Yearning as a fool blindly reaching forth.
Besmearched by plague’s doubt – toddling still forward.
‘I love you’ banners bash eyes knowing more
Sighs, “son, I, um, lord? Like you something sore.
But listen up well- hell, just understand.
Shut down these your dreams screams – to be a man.
I can’t be but me. Please stand up alive
Cry out on our love. Come with truth, not lies.”
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