Legit Bliss

As Satan blows a kiss to me,
I proceed sweet and blissfully.
Close my eyes for some imagery’s of
vanity and infantry’s.
My sanity is instantly kept
with the line of symmetry,
that I believe exists with me,
and those in line with ministry.
And those who find it silly,
are hypocrites with the mimicry,
but I lack the concern 'cause Life’s a trick,
Whose name 'aint Sympathy.
That's why I call her Monica,
Blowing mine like harmonicas;
overlook what should cause misery,
and still locate a symphony,

within that harmonica...





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