Come true….

Setting the atmosphere …an oasis of new land appears..
Tears reppin threw the clouds mist..
As the chemist spits vapors from his lips..
Piece red is the tip of my tongue like hinges of Sharpe swords when swung
Can body anyone…left sprung , hung, hook to sharpness of my lungs..
Inhaling the deepness, ocean no longer exist..
Crypt to the grave yard until the next Eclipse