Blizz the divine - from bookworm to butterfly
She took the last piece of the crumb ate it and wept
she'd made it to death and her quest saved her the rest
a depraved teen, eighteen with an urge to be seen
class mates serving her mean remarks in this scene
alone in the classroom, blocking the stares with the desk
cornered by pupils baring the prayers off her chest
finding words curing, a bookworm letting fantasy loose
releasing this leech of the surrounding cancerous abuse
refusing to loose, this malnourished bookworm will flower
crooked by power, she's finding strength from the prose
to later be putting pen to the paper quenching this rose
her petals is chubby, the glasses reflect beauty when seen
the next verse will put you in the most beautiful scene
where this dandelion will become the head of the pack
rising from the concrete not to be heading right back
learning to stand up for her self by beheading attacks
helt färdig text kommer jao...men man kan ju nästan gissa nu vart det leder iofs.
stay down
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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