Downing Spirits on the Ghost Train. . Provoking the Folk of Now A Days,
Pirate of the Sound Waves. With Buried Treasures under my Foul Taste.
A Sour Fate Followed Suit Tomorrow’s Youth drew from the Zinc Prisms,
Now Creating Visual Blizzards. . its the Blink and you’ll Miss It Ink Wizard.
His linked wisdom remains Un-Matched, Echo his Surface Scratched Plee,
But in his Family Tree, he’s now Carved a Masterpiece of Crafted Speech.
the Last to Breath, so Tactfully written, Actually spittin a Sacred scripture,
An Artist at Heart. . Sits in the Dark to Paint A Picture of A Painted Picture.
This tainted fixtures recalling thoughts of when a man in the noose jumps
Nine to Five Raps R.L Stine. . What I Write gives The reader Goosebumps.
Center of a Media Zeus Hunt to Steal My Thunder with intellectual patients,
Feeling like. .the Assorted Assortment reserved Only for Special Occasions.
Fatal Sediments Paving the Game And, Yet i Face Fears with a Game Plan,
& now Fakes Sneer at the Way Cam's like Shakespeare with A Spray Can.
Takes Years for a Made Man to lay Goblets, Stay Honest, Amaze n Astonish
able to Cradle a sonnet, placing Food for Thought onto a Table of Contents.
Maybe ive Lost It. . my Inspiration feeds Logic in Fables & Topics now i see,
Tomorrow as a Lot More than Twenty Four Hours. . but as an Oppourtunity.
While Rocking Fluently with Martian Guitarists, my Hearts been Lead Astray,
Intended to Stay Slane, im that Second before Midnight that'll End Your Day.
Nothing Ventured, is nothing gained. Rhymes Complex like My Minds Design,
Pleedin`, & Revenge is Sweeter than the Sugar Coated lies you Hide Behind.

Welcome to the Block. .
. .of No Emotion, and False Expression as The Wind Blows,
where The Path To Success is actually a Yellow Brick Road
The townsfolk are out of reach, never speak, bicker or kiss,
just go about their Buisness in an inch high of Ignorant Bliss.
Its sinking in, & drowned in despression, pen holds my sight
This is torture, maybe i should just give up, and Lego of Life. .

Its Sink or Swim . . you either Think to Win or Drown in the Waves Present
of your Saviours Pen, Bleeding The Stone Dry, Hope's Cries played & spent,
Ladies and Gents. were your Lives Meant to be Bent across? All love is lost,
But this is where I started caring. And this is where I stopped.
I care a lot for my Surroundings, yet this Mountain of mounting depression,
Seems to Be, Bleeding the Scenery, leaving imagery Doubting my questions
Id shout from the heaven of Cloud Nine and Sew its Lining, twining a verse,
Lonely, & made to feel like the Scum of the Earth on the Scum that is Earth.
Stumbling First. . then Gathering Pace, Disparaged Marriage of Love & Hate,
Amongst Waves of Tongueless Fate, Predicting this Diction Above the State.
The Colours Fade, Distortin My Pride, Red White and Blue caught in My Eyes,
but can the cross of Saint George Take Force and Change the Course of my Life?
Tortured Inside . . my Mind Was Set, & Tonight Was It, my Escape Planned,
Id follow the Rainbow and then Discover the Colours held Inside Fates Hand,
Eyes Glazed and Abstract, the White Hope holdin a Kaleidoscope Joint show,
A man of the Digital Age, maybe i should log off and install 'Life: Version 2.0'
I Attoint Flow to Sum up my Worth, Write to Stomach the Hurt in Morbid Lips,
a Blazing Ode to Amazing Gold, no chance of Stopping This Block Apocalypse.
Mocking scripts with False Ideas. . so This Plastic Town, Cant Bring Me Down
Wondering while Wandering amidst Blocks of Bottle Tops, an Singing Frowns. .

Welcome to the Block. .
. .of No Emotion, and False Expression as The Wind Blows,
where The Path To Success is actually a Yellow Brick Road
The townsfolk are out of reach, never speak, bicker or kiss,
just go about their Buisness in an inch high of Ignorant Bliss.
Its sinking in, & drowned in despression, pen holds my sight
This is torture. maybe i should just give up, and Lego of Life. .

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