Inspiration Poem by Deadly Sacrifice

Inspiration



It comes, it goes.
It is many things,
peacful, demented, or depressing.

Never will you have it twice the same.
Always it just comes.
Always on the tip of your tounge,
inside and ready to be free.

It will go if you don't act fast,
always on the run.
Going from person to person,
having some fun.

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