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My Paper - My Pen - My Can |-The Phantom Painter-|
IP:
I stand on this paper, and breath origami
And build an aeroplane, where I can fly away from reality Whilst airbourne, can I care for imagination And see clearly the signs that lead to my mind's creation Times taken its place, and its place lies in natures face But time can get changed with my eraser's terrain The end of my paths sentence marks my existence And Switchs parellel guide-lines to extend my wisdom Jumping paragraphs with logical obstacle tasks I run tracks of essays and burn phrases with flame attacks My cold breath solds text on this page of death I maneuver this plane into the body of hell's chest Ashes left, I reborn in the form of omega Rise in sulphuric fumes, the particle messenger I summon words from the dirt of this earth And you get submerged in deep depths of my curse I close the curtains of the auditory, the phantom Soar freely, graffiting the sky of my minds bright sun With my vocal spray cans, I spray flames on mans The ghost paint-man, who toast phrases by hand I rearrange the letters, and distort the aurora borealis Drown masses of paper in water's deep passage If my words were bombs, earth would be gone and blasted The invisible portrait, I paint words into pictures My fingers are pencils, I'll leave Salvador Dali fisted Last edited by /:Ayura:\ : 10-11-03 at 12:40 PM. |
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