Realistic

In my head, I am the perfect painting created by the King of Dreams, the master creator, Almighty God. In my heart, I am a flawed human in spiteful scarred corruption aching to be released upon the world to corrupt until death. I am a weakling and I am very strong. I am destined to die to rise again on high. I am a child within a child's womb, I am already inside my tomb. I am arrogant and I am fool hearty, foolish and mal-content. I am realistic in all of Life's events.

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Jan 26th 2007
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