Wicked Heart

And beneath my sooty faceless mask always curving to a half smile, there is an everlasting frown, for I have been sentenced to bear the weight of the world on my shoulders, now, and forever.
Poe and his prose and poetry recoil at the sight of my unpleasing display.
Read and fear.
My poetic tales.
Where end grows near.

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3. Bird

I've spoken so many lies
Never really been very wise
The new bird I flew the coop
On prey I did swoop
Thought I was free at last
Sailing on the boat I had cast
Should've remembered I was still a child
I threw myself to the world, the wild
Birds may prey on bugs
But it's the circle of life and tigers don't give hugs

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