I am bad luck's incarnate;
my existence heaven's eternal debate;
beautiful, rebellious child;
once innocent, now defiled;
undeserving even a mother's embrace;
I crave lust's lethal taste;
I feast in the misery of the poor;
an intoxicating gaze, a charming allure;
now beyond the gates of hell
my crimes too severe;
God's judgment thereafter;
I am the world's greatest disaster.
— Anastacia
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PoezjaA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
