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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