Poetry (words)

I don’t 

I don’t have a halo, I can’t walk on water and these wings are as fake as    the uniforms I’ve worn. I didn’t profess perfection in any shape or form. 

I didn’t engineer a world where I will always be right. I’ve fucked and fucked up a few times because I’m not working with hindsight.

So in dishing out your sentencing, do bear this in mind. When placing the cuffs around my wrists please do it from behind!


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