His Mystical Powers
Go ahead bite me.
All that you will taste is flesh blood and skin.
I am human as human can be.
I'm no demon underneath.
And I beseech you to stop acting so.
Hey look it's the alien from out space.
In all his glory.
In all his disgrace.
His mystical powers we can devour by the hour.
I feel like a mix of sweet and sour sauce.
I'm frequently accosted like freak not of this world.
A dabble in all the paints look at all the colors as they swirl.
It is a pearl by any other name.
A unique flaw that can never be of the same.
So the comparison that is made will just never due.
Deny it, but I still hear you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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