Greg Prince
1 min readOct 11, 2019

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Yes, yes, and more yes. The majik is gone, the majik is gone, the majik is dead once crowding my head. (Thinking of a rock song) Could be… the dick, the dick, the dick is dead (or next verse)…once I was a child…now I understand…wasn’t made in the image of the majik… weren’t made by any god but in a womb…born of a woman.

I don’t know it needs work and I’m thinking a real punk sound.

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Greg Prince
Greg Prince

Written by Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.