Dear Lord, let the Ink drip...

Dear Lord, Let the Ink drip from this pen onto the page
Rage, burning in my heart, Hope
Once a great thing I thought would come
But my childhood had an early end, done
Done? That I'll never be. Me? You can not see.
Blind to the truth, I blindfold, behold
That in which is not Alien, yet not human
Yet not animal, but me. A true man?
Or child, running scared, yet tortures things below me
Hold me or behold my hidden wrath, This doesn't add up
Math, or literature? Let these words spill from my heart
Out to the tip of my tongue to reach the young
Yet smooth, pale white with lines
Birth from the tree that breaths you and I
Dear Lord, I've drabbled on for too long
My message is this thing, One:

Dear Lord, Hate me for what I'm going to do.
Dear Lord, Hate me for what I've become.

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So This picture shows what's going through Mirage's wonderfully complicated mind as he writes poems (raps? XD) . Hey, if you hear my do a rendition of this into a hip hop song, don't be surprised. XD Enjoy~