Braden's Poetry

I cast a big shadow on the blistered alley wall
As the flame catches up to Nichodeamous
And the glass Gods frown upon this
Not how it was meant to last

She cursed my very existence
And worshipped me like the others
At the same time of the instant
I was brainwashing her brothers

And you got me accused of doing all this crime
So that in my mind I'm doing imaginary time
It's all a big fuckin mess that no-one picks up
Another thirteen year old hooker undresses the hook-up

It's frowning all around
Such a big fuckin let down
You have no excuses
You have more abuses

The end of all your clout
Is why the beginning came about
A time to recapture your strength
But you forgot to sit back and think . . .

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