I'm feeling the Cain instinct
Murder my brother
Bury my sister
Just feeling the Cain instinct
Regret my sins
Pent again
I've got the Cain instinct
Flowing through my veins
Reeking havoc on my brain
Pulling up all my thoughts
That I hoped would die
Because jealousy's
An ugly look
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Wise Words I Never Got to Say
PoetryIn life there are many things you wish to say. But when you die, who says all the things you never got to? NONE of the pictures belong to me, all rights to original creator!
