Paint a picture so vivid with ink and lead. My red pen dying portraying death my black pen capped a sword in its sheath picked up to become a blade in itself redundant white lead to pale faces of those left survival is stress so added emphasis on shadows seemingly gateways to paths so narrow clouds consuming the sky thickening with pen strokes heavens grace doesn’t show thus perdition is inevitable this landscape takes pessimism to a whole new level as it seems the artistic view lacks anything pleasurable.




((...for those that feel poetry must rhyme there is a loose pattern....))

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Every lil boi is born shi......their ignorance makes them bold......

simply put"...wise words whisperd to deaf ears as no one hears the blurred proverbs that're always spoken clear so i fuckin swear that my where wont be here as time tolls..." second verse of 'Elevate' written by -shi-