out of nowhere.... from my point of view
something that wasn't angelic, pure, or beautiful
I thought the military takeover was going to happen over Christmas time
All I gotta do is act naturally,
quell my impulses with lessons sublime
I room in "The Sunshine Hotel"
I don't like fiction married to fact,
but it's all anyone can expect
the palm of my hand calms my forehead,
scolding tears fall bastardly to the floor
take my delicate situation into consideration,
we all come from some form of masturbation
in the "nightmare house" dreams sweat to the floor,
intonations crass as fairy tales scold my good intentions,
leaving diamonds for the poor
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