Madrason writer - Promises

Prometheus, Prometheus
a gentleman am I
I think about the good things
control myself and try.

Prometheus, Prometheus
almost a half slain
for my eyes are eating
desires in my brain.

Prometheus, Prometheus
my heart is like a pool
and with my bush on fire
I'm nothing but a fool.


Madrason 17 sept 2014

Madrason writer

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