Trials of The Right HandA Poem by RealmSpinnerI see said the blind man.
An entrance is made, and so the screaming begins
A new contestant in the try really hard but no one ever wins Enjoy your fresh mindset, as for now it's all you've got Bewilder in it's innocence, because with time, it's sure to rot Brand new to tastes, touch, love, and fragrant smells Totally naive to the corruptness, and self created hells Will you grow up into an adult, do well, and make momma proud? Can you get a nice house, a car, and scream I've won real loud? Or will you feel that less is more, and living light works out the best? Spending your life collecting things, just to die after is no way to past a test?
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