A genius by luck,
A creator by fluke.
Who gave me a pen,
The hatred filled duke?!
Where was the smile,
Vanished for a mile.
Floating in scenic lake,
Riding without a brake.
The origin was not known,
The floss was so outgrown.
In captivity for years,
A setting not known to peers.
A quill to dribble upon,
With words of feeble might.
The world seemed so big,
For my bigger,growing fright.
Thy divinity lost in pebbles,
Rough along the road to hell.
A cacophony of scribbling,
With prayer of love unknown.

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