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Who Am I?

Mecella Defined.

Loving, caring, superstitious

Soul of men intertwined.

Plural speaks and do I think?

Can you find the river bank?

If you think you can,

supposedly you guessed again.

Of course you’ll always sin.

Man has failed a million again.

Infinite to win, treachery you’ll speak.

I am just the river’s peak.

Put forward another feat.

Seven screts pass away

into another day. Glory

Overtaken by the worlds you’ll give away.

I am only trying to be

Held back until May.

Unanswered are scripted words

hidden beyond the bay.

Man will see whom I may be

Enchant the nearest lady

Capture karma by the neck

engulf the flame of Hades.

Lie amongst the greatest foes

Lure in pressured fates.

All under the might of Sun.

Sevens are my Eight.

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By Brandon Mecella

I am a Philadelphian, a poet (the greatest alive, of course), and I'm loving what is on T.V.

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