when you finally grow into your cuffs and-
find that the world is controlled by a cult of homosexuals and sodomizers
dome brushes at the gossamer lid of occidental and caste system that began at birth
fully mired in the mad game of hope, slow killing and the chore
put painstakingly in place to make the manticore
roads, fences, estates and borders for the loosch, sequester and the gathering in
schools, hospital and church for the passing around
shops and money for restlessness and regimentation , toys and pets for amusement
Keep it jarred, tickled, and in reflex, wasting the mind that should have read, transcend.
nothing form the tragic intelligence than a complex passerby
that which is yours they make you steal, guilt riddled they control you
and they call it the game, the restlessness; the life
loosh is the swathed enthusiasm, pain of the rebuffed -
the vitriol and angst of a pain , and it is sought, at quite the length
an epileptic in a flicker of light it comes and go like hope and you never find rest
read! out the bar of your race and enlightenment them
store up as much knowledge in the overpsyche, colors to our world of thoughts
while they think and are caught in a fight between the two religions
sardonic and sarcastic human demons are using mind control, playing god
sending you signals of hunger and sex even in dreams, to weaken and retard
keep us as homo faber, so we can struggle, make soulful music and revel at basic amenities
treachery becomes the skewed love that creates the conditioning and propensities
our homes ; now comfort quarters for the stressed out man
Manchuria's mine is everywhere now.
the psychological remove, how do you hold on to the money
When furrowed in it’s wedge are the seeped idea that is it’s restless.
Your first action is always a reaction- Double think and the double- double think
man is caught in the game of the gods, by a fall desires cursed
NPCs that really are clay vesselled duplicates, NPCs with conditioned desires
trust is the scarce in surfeit stand by your genius send then all to hell
fill their ears, screen their eyes and focus their minds with the truth.
since they are in the group mind, it makes it all the more easier.
greed is a lack of self analysis, we move from contrived inadequacy to -
valuing what we have- Be careful, ignorance has a slight fever and a raving typhoid
when ignorance attains an ego, clarity is lost and the ego has a hand for a knife
i want them all dead,so i can run after fresh calm under swaying trees
but they keep talking, especially when they are dead
i deny their humanity, asked reality what it wants from me, It knows all I want is-
Peace, I'm tired of the back and forth that serves no meaning
and now i must fly! who will fudge this pile
what dissatisfaction will they fathom what do we? pampered child
to move form man to god, cattle to celebrity requires space, mental space
how do then do run from the nag of corpses
if we all are the man, who want to be the one
but the one is a shaded child lived for a day and died in it’s sleep
the un-aborted still die as infants in their eighties
harassment for company, a lack of succor for conversation
the pubis of their mental chain is their haven't reduce their birth
provide solution, are speeding up conversation and get taken out of the equation
knowing well the brainwashed black government chicken boy
eat and sleep, porn and whorehouses amps for religion to get the sedated and docile
Which makes up the proliferated ignorant spears of proximity
succor is the real loss , to feel we must brave pungency at every seek but never find
a self deception gone awry dogmatism becomes witchcraft
and routine becomes ignorant mimeticism
homogeneity of safety, ignorant chatter, idleness and dead living
how do you teach transcendentalism to a cow?
dogmatic primitivism, parochial nepotism and ejaculatory orthodoxy
occidental phenomenology and the neurotic hermeneutics and propensity - for
the church, presbyterianism and the completely flawed ethics of capitalism
the power of the dog is in its mouth
they speak in winks and grimaces, dog frequency, patterns and idiosyncrasies
everywhere you go, there they are! with the distraction of sex and imprisonment
embittered slaves who feel a need to familiarize you with their pain
pain becomes the hate on their shoulders, remiss, with their freedom gone
I'm lighter they roll eyes, when see what they lost in me and crave it
we can only fight demons with non participation; No! to everything they have
in long walks we march out the effect of the subduing blood in sacrifice
Just behind freedom lies the gossamer lid of insanity
once they feel you are not the same, they gang up, and label you insane
don’t fret, this my friends is the happiness fight, the epsilon charge
the smarter you get, the smarter your enemy get in your mind
in the light darkness recedes,only a bully has something to hide.
If the ark is the vampire Vlad, Gandhi beat England with the Vedas.
man had a brother before he had a god
Learn the calm forge, the balance, never confuse martyr complex with overcompensation
This is a reality foisted and peddled for the sake of recognition
the only thing a black man has in this world is his self respect,
respect his body, his mid he must strive hard to protect it,
conditioned law of use and disuse
Fela’s apostle Paul, never met the man but will write the most about his philosophy and
Teachings, He blinded me with the true light
O Love look at what they did to you, uttering your name with accursed lips
the love of life crawls and God is the patient let’s see
vultures looking for carrion , hogs eating hogs, providing economic strata.
you can only teach a conscience by enacting a precipice
you need pain for the refinement of plans
be careful of the monsters you create in derision
they have ingested the guilt that will convert them
warring factions how are afraid of those you intend to crash
we learn with god by near misses to write amidst the distraction.
we scoop from life so as to filter it
a deceiver of foes, do that in the heart of the beast itself
the importance of leaving home coming in from the cold
we differ in ou experiences determines our personalities
the place is a contemplation plane, however oxygen is magnetic
who are those that stultify, who drags you back to the church
makes the human a prison a stage we say onto conversation which needs time is a conversation psychometric bioengineering someone can design these animals
it’s a game the mind is a softer distracted by the noise
we decay and reincarnate in this endless loop of this farm
population increase serve only the filthy rich
If you knew the truth pain teaches you’d chase after it with open arms
constantly seeking your denigration
blessed is the man who know that all things belongs to him, He m0ves -
for minimalism to transcendentalism, from his ego and ambition death to nirvana
in a world of trade off something have to give
content in your sacrifice, the cards you are dealt
the boy is here to leave, if everything is sand know the sand i must chase,
and leave, For this is a path i must walk alone
know thy enemy, know those who deny you experiences, and sate you with food
Africa is need an army of self critics and not hedonists.
there must be a sieve, a class sieve to know saboteurs from allies; and it is the book
support what the enemy oppose, oppose what he supports
sequesterence is enemy number one in a revolution, what can be done without money ?
i am the tumbleweed, uniquely blowing past
walking unorthodoxy and eyes sore, striking at the heart of society
looking at the outside in; this farm of zombies
only the mad and the rejected have cosmic weight and can be the disruptors
i am the tumbleweed, the cynosure of all
envisaging comparison and remembrances of a world we all forgot
the grafted and turned infiltrate, firstly, bewildered like Idi now patient like Fela
looking for peace without the ponoi
they not after you knowledge but your catharsis the road is full, don’t follow it.
your home is here blow the sound wave particles the choir the west ad sed to make you servile,
what is the characteristic of a flower? What do you do in interim?
the devil can only tempt those wanting in sacrifice and angered in ambition
Know that nothing is yours, Why fight like ants killing for a spot in my plot
you are not alone, life is full of mystery, be the living bookmarks and bus ticket
The only way to transact sand, a spectator of my own deed
they want it the same, corn rows for the harvest, No, Tumbleweed!!
for the salvation of my people.
find that the world is controlled by a cult of homosexuals and sodomizers
dome brushes at the gossamer lid of occidental and caste system that began at birth
fully mired in the mad game of hope, slow killing and the chore
put painstakingly in place to make the manticore
roads, fences, estates and borders for the loosch, sequester and the gathering in
schools, hospital and church for the passing around
shops and money for restlessness and regimentation , toys and pets for amusement
Keep it jarred, tickled, and in reflex, wasting the mind that should have read, transcend.
nothing form the tragic intelligence than a complex passerby
that which is yours they make you steal, guilt riddled they control you
and they call it the game, the restlessness; the life
loosh is the swathed enthusiasm, pain of the rebuffed -
the vitriol and angst of a pain , and it is sought, at quite the length
an epileptic in a flicker of light it comes and go like hope and you never find rest
read! out the bar of your race and enlightenment them
store up as much knowledge in the overpsyche, colors to our world of thoughts
while they think and are caught in a fight between the two religions
sardonic and sarcastic human demons are using mind control, playing god
sending you signals of hunger and sex even in dreams, to weaken and retard
keep us as homo faber, so we can struggle, make soulful music and revel at basic amenities
treachery becomes the skewed love that creates the conditioning and propensities
our homes ; now comfort quarters for the stressed out man
Manchuria's mine is everywhere now.
the psychological remove, how do you hold on to the money
When furrowed in it’s wedge are the seeped idea that is it’s restless.
Your first action is always a reaction- Double think and the double- double think
man is caught in the game of the gods, by a fall desires cursed
NPCs that really are clay vesselled duplicates, NPCs with conditioned desires
trust is the scarce in surfeit stand by your genius send then all to hell
fill their ears, screen their eyes and focus their minds with the truth.
since they are in the group mind, it makes it all the more easier.
greed is a lack of self analysis, we move from contrived inadequacy to -
valuing what we have- Be careful, ignorance has a slight fever and a raving typhoid
when ignorance attains an ego, clarity is lost and the ego has a hand for a knife
i want them all dead,so i can run after fresh calm under swaying trees
but they keep talking, especially when they are dead
i deny their humanity, asked reality what it wants from me, It knows all I want is-
Peace, I'm tired of the back and forth that serves no meaning
and now i must fly! who will fudge this pile
what dissatisfaction will they fathom what do we? pampered child
to move form man to god, cattle to celebrity requires space, mental space
how do then do run from the nag of corpses
if we all are the man, who want to be the one
but the one is a shaded child lived for a day and died in it’s sleep
the un-aborted still die as infants in their eighties
harassment for company, a lack of succor for conversation
the pubis of their mental chain is their haven't reduce their birth
provide solution, are speeding up conversation and get taken out of the equation
knowing well the brainwashed black government chicken boy
eat and sleep, porn and whorehouses amps for religion to get the sedated and docile
Which makes up the proliferated ignorant spears of proximity
succor is the real loss , to feel we must brave pungency at every seek but never find
a self deception gone awry dogmatism becomes witchcraft
and routine becomes ignorant mimeticism
homogeneity of safety, ignorant chatter, idleness and dead living
how do you teach transcendentalism to a cow?
dogmatic primitivism, parochial nepotism and ejaculatory orthodoxy
occidental phenomenology and the neurotic hermeneutics and propensity - for
the church, presbyterianism and the completely flawed ethics of capitalism
the power of the dog is in its mouth
they speak in winks and grimaces, dog frequency, patterns and idiosyncrasies
everywhere you go, there they are! with the distraction of sex and imprisonment
embittered slaves who feel a need to familiarize you with their pain
pain becomes the hate on their shoulders, remiss, with their freedom gone
I'm lighter they roll eyes, when see what they lost in me and crave it
we can only fight demons with non participation; No! to everything they have
in long walks we march out the effect of the subduing blood in sacrifice
Just behind freedom lies the gossamer lid of insanity
once they feel you are not the same, they gang up, and label you insane
don’t fret, this my friends is the happiness fight, the epsilon charge
the smarter you get, the smarter your enemy get in your mind
in the light darkness recedes,only a bully has something to hide.
If the ark is the vampire Vlad, Gandhi beat England with the Vedas.
man had a brother before he had a god
Learn the calm forge, the balance, never confuse martyr complex with overcompensation
This is a reality foisted and peddled for the sake of recognition
the only thing a black man has in this world is his self respect,
respect his body, his mid he must strive hard to protect it,
conditioned law of use and disuse
Fela’s apostle Paul, never met the man but will write the most about his philosophy and
Teachings, He blinded me with the true light
O Love look at what they did to you, uttering your name with accursed lips
the love of life crawls and God is the patient let’s see
vultures looking for carrion , hogs eating hogs, providing economic strata.
you can only teach a conscience by enacting a precipice
you need pain for the refinement of plans
be careful of the monsters you create in derision
they have ingested the guilt that will convert them
warring factions how are afraid of those you intend to crash
we learn with god by near misses to write amidst the distraction.
we scoop from life so as to filter it
a deceiver of foes, do that in the heart of the beast itself
the importance of leaving home coming in from the cold
we differ in ou experiences determines our personalities
the place is a contemplation plane, however oxygen is magnetic
who are those that stultify, who drags you back to the church
makes the human a prison a stage we say onto conversation which needs time is a conversation psychometric bioengineering someone can design these animals
it’s a game the mind is a softer distracted by the noise
we decay and reincarnate in this endless loop of this farm
population increase serve only the filthy rich
If you knew the truth pain teaches you’d chase after it with open arms
constantly seeking your denigration
blessed is the man who know that all things belongs to him, He m0ves -
for minimalism to transcendentalism, from his ego and ambition death to nirvana
in a world of trade off something have to give
content in your sacrifice, the cards you are dealt
the boy is here to leave, if everything is sand know the sand i must chase,
and leave, For this is a path i must walk alone
know thy enemy, know those who deny you experiences, and sate you with food
Africa is need an army of self critics and not hedonists.
there must be a sieve, a class sieve to know saboteurs from allies; and it is the book
support what the enemy oppose, oppose what he supports
sequesterence is enemy number one in a revolution, what can be done without money ?
i am the tumbleweed, uniquely blowing past
walking unorthodoxy and eyes sore, striking at the heart of society
looking at the outside in; this farm of zombies
only the mad and the rejected have cosmic weight and can be the disruptors
i am the tumbleweed, the cynosure of all
envisaging comparison and remembrances of a world we all forgot
the grafted and turned infiltrate, firstly, bewildered like Idi now patient like Fela
looking for peace without the ponoi
they not after you knowledge but your catharsis the road is full, don’t follow it.
your home is here blow the sound wave particles the choir the west ad sed to make you servile,
what is the characteristic of a flower? What do you do in interim?
the devil can only tempt those wanting in sacrifice and angered in ambition
Know that nothing is yours, Why fight like ants killing for a spot in my plot
you are not alone, life is full of mystery, be the living bookmarks and bus ticket
The only way to transact sand, a spectator of my own deed
they want it the same, corn rows for the harvest, No, Tumbleweed!!
for the salvation of my people.
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