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Veronica
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A celebration of colour and brightness as a beautiful child is born.
As precious as Hawaiian Paradise.
To grow and wander in all
the riches,
in which most could only dream about.
She who is destined to rome the Earth
in it's entirety,
with no thought at all of the money
that she aquires along her own path.
Walks through life
As beautiful as Munroe
Or
As Ugly as the chunk of Phlem,
Which she had once been considered a bag of.
Craving herself to feel a presence simular to
a bull;
A black and blue mask
With horns.
Peaking out above the precious face.
Spiked metal, tearing through
colour that had once been
So promenently renouned in
the eyes of proud parents.
By the Gold, left for her future,
she only lives
by the day.
And by the beaty of her age,
The child
buys her very own
Chimney.
Where she will burn the forbidden fruit of knowledgelessness,
to exit the garden.
That her beloved had once planted
beautiful, Golden bulbs.
Spang,
A monster of darkness that had once
been sponsored.
Not the monster,
but the proverbial "life"
it supposed
to hide inside of it.
But still it romes the Earth.
And peaople turn their heads and
Shun,
in repulsive disgust at the sight of
the once beautiful child.
Where she no longer tags along side her pre-mutational Masters,
but rather,
Other monster, like herslf,
Who chain their belly-bittons to their tongues,
in an attempt to
outcast themselves from their own promising dreams.
As the moster is peeled off
by the boredom in nothingness,
The much older, but still a child,
is plagued
by an awareness of the luscious fruit
that she had once been privaledged.
An awareness that hadn't even plagued her while she maintained her staus
in the garden.
The need for the garden
Its everlasting weight pushed her
to the apples core
that the monster people gave her
as a token of their dying
friendship.
In an attempt to be,
as their appearnce suggest
hateful.
Where they kill God,
Adam and Eve.
For the child has eaten the forbidden
fruit.
And knowledge
hits her mind with poisonous
Lead.
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