Into a newborn,
I have dreamt of being James Bond,
But how could I,
When I'm so afraid of jumping into ponds.
They say I con,
But I never turn on air-con,
They say I brew tea,
And make me sew leaves.
I may be small,
As small as a shopping mall,
But I have my law,
To eat raw.
The Sun is bright,
I have a bride,
Who bribes me all the time,
Usually at night.
Time is precious,
Money is delicious.
The end will come,
As all fears,
Bear it now, or never.
Care now, or suffer.
My story of a lifetime,
Floats in the endless strife.
~Solace Bane
3rd of October
12:28 PM
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