From me to me with love,
But, wait let me get specific.
Once more in to the fray,
Straight out of the mystic.
Just a little boy,
Always overwatering plants,
Because I don't know when to stop giving.
One of the nine Muses who couldn't dance.
Finally in the dark I met my demon,
Just like Achilles dying in Troy.
Standing before me wearing my face
Stood another frightened little boy.
Sinners judging sinners
For sinning differently,
Whilst I murdered
The little boy I used to be.
~ hail
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