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If I would built of machine of time,

I would travel back,

when I saw my mother eyes,

for the first time,

instead of inhaling the fumes of my dimes,

I would toss them to a bag of trash,

enjoy my life,

back to 91

my first bday wish I can recall,

replace the Nintendo with Mario bros game,

duck hunter game would also be replace,

for I would wish to be provided crops of wings,

for in time they would grow,

and I could fly to the unknown,

if I had my wings,

ill soar to the sky,

try to relieve my mind,

ill fly to warp pools in the galaxy,

and would love to warp into the first time I saw crime,

alcohol to purify my body and mind,

ill dive head first,

the wings I had lost,

I would wish to retain,

for I want to fly away,

expand my wings, roam free,

is there a heaven or a hell,

I might not know,

have not met some one

who can tell me what’s it like,

is there heaven for a thug,

or thug mansions say the songs,

simply heaven or hell which one would it be,

I know there has to be a better place than this,

so I grasp my material and continue my process,

for my time machine