Times are Oppressed, You can even find sadness in laughter
Martyrs discovered, Because they got shot,they a better rapper?
It's all lies, some people don't know how to make it beyond Matrix
Or when they do,they tend to die over how fake our world really is
Maybe there is truth, Just go beyond all our selfish material wishes
Christians,are preaching to others spreading religion like a sickness
And As the world turns, we just sit and wonder when will it next stop
And I only shoot for the stars, Only to see if the moon will ever drop
You are composed of good times by laughing at another's weakness
But when you are weakest, your speechless,you curl up, like a fetus
I walk the block, an angel there beside me walks on his own ground
Trouble arrives, I need my guardian, but I wonder where he ran now
It's often to my lifetime to be left hungry with little or no scraps found
And so I plan to finish my musical dinner plate little or no scraps found
Poetic disillusions become illusioned, at how useless it is to refuse this
I opened my eyes and saw Atlantis on watered ground. No longer Clueless

I saw what I saw..You saw sights of your own
One thing we can agree on...
Is the darkness seen..in the mind of a young Poe
Finally taking shape..though its useless on its own
Imagination runs wild, until your blood runs cold...



fuck its length...and fuck you.

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!