considering good plans to
be demonic, I wish evils plans with to come no side effect,
who will buy my thought.
can't have my daily bread in
peace, can't conquer the fear within, even the York isn't flexible again, just a bad saying who will buy my thoughts.
not even a stand, I saint
in for good, like Christ
whisper saying
nothing good if open at first
just like a ghost keeper of night.
effected with good thinking,
considering good plans to
be demonic,
can't have my bread for free,
Who will buy my thoughts.
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