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Psychic
written by Blackhawk05:44 PM 3/1/05Power of my mind.
Powers given divine.
The power over you.
I am one of the chosen few.
With telepathy I see your mind.
Your life's living I will scratch to find.
Your skeletons in the darkest closets.
Your secrets lodged within your brain.
With toilsome hours I hone and train.
With telekinesis I lift with my mind.
I levitate all I see and find.
Nonsense you say.
Well you have never seen a psychic until today.
Precognation, I see into the future.
I see all that will happen in minutes or years to Come.
You gaze in wonderment as all your senses go Numb.
Knowing man's final day.
A burden I must pay.
Postcognation, I see the past.
All that happened and happened last.
I see your childhood and all you have done.
I know I will never have a son.
Love will never come into my life.
I will never have a wife.
I know those words make you grisily sick.
But that is the price you pay when you are psychic. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by AthiestAnarchist (3-2-2005 - 10:07 PM)
| that was really good...I liked it.
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