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Capricorn

1+6=7
7 is God.
16 is Hell.
I'm on fire.  
Extinguishing the pyre.
With a name, 5,  
Freedom of self.
 
Escape reality.  
Take on, duality.
Achieve the manor,
Of wisdom and filth.
A snake in your garden.
Truths that harden,
A heart of energy.
A world that was built.
 
Always on fire.
Out of the ashes.  
Higher and higher.
No cycle can break me.
I'm out of this world.
Life's a satire.
Too much work, and no hires.
Too much weight on my shoulders,
Just for a girl.
 
My moods keep on cycling.  
Melancholy; deciphering.  
Am I just here to make you smile?
Just a joke; I'm inviting.
No bad karma I'm denying.
Just riding the wave,
Of a tilt-a-whirl.
 
Alone at the top.
Horns to stab those who loft.
Fins to swim to my sanctuary.  
Inside a gift shop.
That I have to mop.
Because God gave too much props,
To Mother Mary.
 
Another Pan in the Face.
Those who don't undertake.
Those who laugh at what they don't understand.  
Are on their knees,  
Begging me for eternity.
I'm the God,
Reaching towards their hand.  
 
 
Written by AfterSexDilemma
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