{a combined revision of sorts but, truly, I am not this self centered, promise :^}
Blessed Rai’
Darkness calls upon me
to every naughty thought
of crime, hate, mystery, murder
all of which I’m not
The deepest side of darkness
of which I’m quite fond of
Is that of earthly magic
healing sick and love
My hole deeper than others
buried beyond beliefs
No mortal can not ever
dig deep enough to me
I possess no powers and
never claimed to be
a higher source among you all
nor in society
Darkness is my best friend
no need to carry light
for I know many others wronged
yet, others see it right
Be pierced my hands at end
but, only by bullets way
100,000 years from now
most worldly folk will say
Blessed Rai’
2007-12-15
09:52:15
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