Now you see me
Now you don't
The hidden shadow jumps between reality and smoke
Not only does he disguise behind the horrible truth
He executes the youth grounded by roots
Is he a god or sadistic controller
Is he a guide or the creators moulder
As the creative was told by the older soul
A creator must be made, before the creator can create
Thus, the question he held, had past his mind
The moments dreamt, had been lost in time
The passion he seek, did not matter no more
As he was sure it all began at the core
Thanks For Reading
Tyler @SpeakTheUnspoken <3
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