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Like A Criminal I'm Lured Into You.
Like a stupid mice that got trapped on a mousetrap, i have my eyes on you and never look at any other directions including my own step. Like a fallen warrior on a trip wires with its desire to win ignoring the obstacle i'm about to face. Like a fish hooked by the fisherman, again and again, as if i'm losing my conciousness. All of it are for you, by you and the sole purpose of—foolish—me.
Looks like a star long hidden on a folklore, the one i'm searching for. Like a pirate with its greed and pride to hold the treasure and kept it secured for the rest of his life, fighting any raiders that dare to get near it. Like a solar system that would disintegrate without the sun, and like a human that can't thrive without water, as if i'm all born to look for you, solving a puzzle that won't be complete without the help of its creator.
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The Lucifer's Eyes
The violets weren't even blue, nor Poincare was the last universal mathematician. Lots of fallacies are constantly happening back and forth. It isn't written then signed by the president on the parchment neither carved on a long lost stone by mankinds.
While words has its own Innuendo, not all are known at once. Whispers of those in the back are the one you reach and listen for.
Lucifer, the lowest and farthest someone—if not, a satan—could be seen as. '"The Fallen Angel," he betrayed a god and thrown into hell then losing its wing as consequence' is the trademark of his. Have you ever thought, what are the other meaning behind this 7 words? Something worse?
Those gaze never leaving his eyes as tears born on his eyes, run down his cheek, and dies on his lips. An uncountable amount of regret and satisfaction are on his knees, begging to be felt. Nothing could ever be heard by him as his pride are above of it all. But what are the odds? it'll end faster than a click of his fingertips.
Waiting for a chance of one in a billion to be recognized as "The Bringer of Light,"—The other meaning of lucifer is the planet Venus on a morning sky, isn't it beautiful?—it'll take millions even billions of light years for his name to be seen as something beautiful, as his reputation has gotten worse as years passing by. The chances are low but never zero, yet, the worse scenario is; he could never be seen as what he desires to be. Lastly, this letter has never been about lucifer nor its names.
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