I wouldn't say the things I create
take a lot of skill
But I'm not like most poets
creating just by will
I create by purest passion
nothing more or less
Since while most poets are clean
I'm an utter mess
My mind races swiftly
from time to time
I find myself accused by many
comitting no crime
In my head the voices shout
sounding far and clear
And I sigh softly knowing
salvation can't be near
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