You may write in order to eventually recite, that ‘s the fear that gives such fright, hoping each word written has enough might, to have the same impact with only one sight. My pain, locked away a decade or two, years of hate have also been brewed, such horrors seen, as well as my eternal damnation, dis the reason for such contemplation, to think of the reasons why I did so much hurt, probably because I didn’t know my own self-worth. No more energy wasted on hate, now I have a full feast upon my plate, I try to do right with the choices I have made, hopefully, it’ll get me in them huge golden gates. Fuck all the labels, to none of which I am, alone as I’ve been, nobody else’s man. -versitile