Innocence

Innocence

You a
innocent teen

In the
cups of
puberty

There are
the wise
men

They don’t
look good

You go
on a
different path

It is
filled all
with glamor

The frills
of lust

The white
woman

With the
silk body
of the
gods

There is
the black
man

He sells
magical
powder

It takes
you to
the seventh
wonder

Into the
arms of
night

Filled with
nakedness &
smoke

You get
up in
the mornin

Its just
not you

Your whole
body inside
out

And everythin
seems a
nightmare

Man, this
is the
store of
humanity

Where they
sell anythin
and everythin

From slaves
to death

You might
like to
return

To the
wise old
man

Caution: This might be all theory

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