i used to...
Love Life, the bugged type who`d mention things...
..that would bless a session, with the best of sentences.
express my sentiments....i hoped to test the reach...
So i fought til i got to a state of Arrested Peace...
After a journey to the verge of where people purge evil,
and live in prisms of wisdom, without The Word`s steeple
Submerged in a version of peaceful mindstates...
a plurality of purity that takes righteousness and combines hate.
i say you should migrate, the time`s great...
a place where the crime rate`s aligned with a declining pace
Get a taste of sime`s stank, in a squeaky clean mansion..
Where a crooked line`s straight and "Let it Be" is the anthem
A place where camps come cause indecency`s vanquished..
After you take a lava bath you can speak with the ancients.
since pain is love i simply assume death is exstacy...
And purity equals a life of sin that`ll never be catchin me.
it`s exceptionally ill, a place where professionals build...
Ex-ceptionally chill for real, without messin with pills
it`s my won zone...never look for ways to come home
i`m undone, and finally over my tainted love joneS


Good Luck Jimmy