To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Double Entendres

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HIS PASSION.

Adrenaline shot onto my veins, surging fast

I'll get the job done, 'cause losers go for last

Burdens that I carry, transposed into charm

So that way all my pains can do me no harm.

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HIS PAST.

"I am who I am", that's what everyone says

I wasn't the same guy as to who I am today

I've my own ghosts to fight, haunting pasts

But I never let them win—I'm not who I was.

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HIS WISDOM.

I am quite experienced in fields of hunting

Hard questions I am constantly answering

Up to me the boys are relying and looking

For within my age, wisdom is ever coming.

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HIS CALM.

I'm a purest heavenly being, one might tell

With a calm façade and my powerful spells

But don't you dare try mess with this angel

Because I hide a storm worse than any hell.

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HIS STRENGTH.

I'm a master manipulator, I give 'em all hell

A devil with tricks to trade, fates they befell

But even I'd admit that the ultimate allusion

Would be that my power's but a mere illusion.

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