May we never smell to people or do depraved things for company
Pride bottom feeds and don’t see hurt till it’s late; overcompensates.
The limit one would go for that foolish thing; check the ego? contrived.
Al the while a bloated farina clay balloon occupies space
Life if with endurance all vindications are somewhat bland
The tunneled vision of self deception can go for miles
As man learn towards idolatry; I’ll be the scapegoat rather than the needed introspection
Its money for orthodoxy school and cult living cult and tribal behaviour
They are few miracles in Armageddon
A horde can be wrong no matter their size and disposition
In the mine, dying like flies, the rest sneer and exude new miners
What you haunt are all exchange, in a temporal let peace of mind; new exchange
The real treasure is laid bare in greens and blue atop
Visible for only those brave to leave the mine,
To the restless, I am not a weed in your plane, I am tree
But the sacrifice in blood for aeon, means you need a swaddle to live aright
Lest the blood involve will haunt you and will swirl you slight
In Africa spirituality lead you either to death or to madness, Regardless
the system wants your denigration before it can help you; a sadness
Eventully your enemeies be like rats and are plenty don’t worry when they scurry past
Confidence in the system as an unconscientious assailer; don’t read too fast
Breaking spirit into mason jars, the glow to knit a thousand’s rag
If God is a flogger, man will make a system that…, make an effort for open hand.
Arrogance, fear, ego, snide, jeers, smear, mockery, psychic heaviness, mimeticism and sheer envy
Make an effort for.. If the world wouldn’t listen or leave you be.
Run to music when your heart is broken and it will set you free
Run to music when the world conspires against you and wants you mad, see -
Run to music, the swaddle ; the freeing bee
Pride bottom feeds and don’t see hurt till it’s late; overcompensates.
The limit one would go for that foolish thing; check the ego? contrived.
Al the while a bloated farina clay balloon occupies space
Life if with endurance all vindications are somewhat bland
The tunneled vision of self deception can go for miles
As man learn towards idolatry; I’ll be the scapegoat rather than the needed introspection
Its money for orthodoxy school and cult living cult and tribal behaviour
They are few miracles in Armageddon
A horde can be wrong no matter their size and disposition
In the mine, dying like flies, the rest sneer and exude new miners
What you haunt are all exchange, in a temporal let peace of mind; new exchange
The real treasure is laid bare in greens and blue atop
Visible for only those brave to leave the mine,
To the restless, I am not a weed in your plane, I am tree
But the sacrifice in blood for aeon, means you need a swaddle to live aright
Lest the blood involve will haunt you and will swirl you slight
In Africa spirituality lead you either to death or to madness, Regardless
the system wants your denigration before it can help you; a sadness
Eventully your enemeies be like rats and are plenty don’t worry when they scurry past
Confidence in the system as an unconscientious assailer; don’t read too fast
Breaking spirit into mason jars, the glow to knit a thousand’s rag
If God is a flogger, man will make a system that…, make an effort for open hand.
Arrogance, fear, ego, snide, jeers, smear, mockery, psychic heaviness, mimeticism and sheer envy
Make an effort for.. If the world wouldn’t listen or leave you be.
Run to music when your heart is broken and it will set you free
Run to music when the world conspires against you and wants you mad, see -
Run to music, the swaddle ; the freeing bee
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