Gilded
Gilded once walked beside me. Wrapped in his ego, he lead me to believe in a world of solitude pleasantries. He bronzed my thoughts in fanatics of life, only to destroy them with a blink of light. He forecasted my world in ravens gone wild, he blessed my sins with heavenly clouds, marked his territory with ark shaped notions, draining out the gallons of emotions. For Gilded was a savor if you will, he will visit you in time, if you will, to take upon what he calms is his; give him what he wants and he will forever be pleased.
PkS © 2004
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