Hannibal

It’s not happiness, I wouldn’t sully its good name with this feeling, It’s not love, love is too soft for the sharp flashes I’m receiving It’s not relief, for the worst is yet to come, It’s not darkness, for it has the harshness of the sun. I can’t describe this feeling, try as I can, It’s light yet dark, Child yet man. Despite the adversities, I have faith in my plan, All I do is sit back, with my cigar, and grin For all that I am

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