My World


Come forth and slap me with your sharpened tongue
and I shall take a blade and cut the serpent off.
For I speak within my soul,
something you degenerates
would never know.
For the world I live in is mine and mine alone.
There is nothing here for you but the sticks and stones.
Mock my words and play thy games;
one thing for sure you will remember my name.

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