Prince

Prince

You grow
up as
a rich prince

Into the
cusps of
your loved
ones

With jelly
and cakes

Golden locks
flowing

And cheeks
with the
red glow

Man, this
is heaven

You could
have not
asked for
more

A boon
in disguise

From the
gods

A day
comes

Everythin seems
to be
poison

You burning
in the
wells of
chillies

Life oscillating
in you

You never
grow up

Time no
more in
you

This is
all strange

The Journey
from the
heavens

To the
hollow hell

Caution: This might be all theory

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