misdirect frustrate disgrace and chide
the devil's onus
depending on charm rather than on love
rake through throes to find evil incompetent
it couldn't close out, we loved it , it existed a swindle-
sad, penchant for greatness become gratitude
morality for a theft, waste of time
morality for a theft, waste of time
life is an imprisonment an enforced ideal
measure of an adult: wicked subtle?
measure of an adult: wicked subtle?
The man is a tree a product of the spirit free
old eyes and boughs of the old trunk
we inseminate the ground
our knowledge should align to our first father's and be in line with nature tree a vegetarian diet
Meat was our hardener, our destruction
our goodness weighs us out of general insanity
there is a hardwork to every weal, believe me.
Fela was right after all
all of life endeavour was a rewind
God had perfected things, paving for 50 years -
Meat was our hardener, our destruction
our goodness weighs us out of general insanity
there is a hardwork to every weal, believe me.
Fela was right after all
all of life endeavour was a rewind
God had perfected things, paving for 50 years -
only - lizard changing after blood
controlled by the rat man, Jewish demon
no money, just blood, and it's in everything
controlled by the rat man, Jewish demon
no money, just blood, and it's in everything
like God I must allow everything
a woman centers you, or so they say
pouring sperm into one that is rigged
that should give me money, money for biscuit
Return to natural
look around you if they are not human who-
are you dressing up for?
we had to wrest out lives from demons just so we can eat
and what were we eating? bread and noodles
and what were we eating? bread and noodles
this biscuit of a life was not living
her bipolar I had accepted
but it was encroaching into my life ensuring
I would never be free
People were drumming for our downfall and
knew it would eventually wear me out
that's a trip to the mortuary and I was going
People were drumming for our downfall and
knew it would eventually wear me out
that's a trip to the mortuary and I was going
to see it to its bitter end promising
myself I would never have a child or send it
to school
I would teach it how to live within it means
for there was no money in this county
only blood
Blood was the food that birthed us, down the lea
a thick tress of bloodied wax waft pungent
begging to be washed
for the generation unborn had no crime but our lust
and had to served better than the lid or lie
only blood
Blood was the food that birthed us, down the lea
a thick tress of bloodied wax waft pungent
begging to be washed
for the generation unborn had no crime but our lust
and had to served better than the lid or lie
that they were replacement corpses for this crucifix of a life
that at one time when they were teens
or young adults, the devil will ask a toll for their lives and hand them the shock of shocks
that we ought to create innovations and an open hand
that we ought to create innovations and an open hand
so they don't pass down this hatred of a living
as a way of life for aeons to come
as a way of life for aeons to come
that we are truly happy they were born, they were welcome,
when blood and sperm obey nature call
arteries answering via spews
sa,sa, sa,sa, sa, we shouldn't question the ask
or for whom? ignorance's? ours! nature's!
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