Bruised muse confused from the vast apathy of blood in the water,
i know that they gone send for me, yes i am of flesh but of god is what i pretend to be,
sell you summer clarity with chronic insight,
niggas think they shit until its time for a wipe,
tell me what you believe im getting (h)otter to dykes, translation, changing up what she likes,
you little men pushing bens for the sharpest of spike,
you m and m with ya flavors alike, we burn saviors put your cape to the side, they rape races and its easy to hide, where cavemen would collide.
to lives a changing breeze towards a comfortable tide, screaming i am mine, fuck, typical lie, Physical potion, linear notion, i am explosion,
Coding like odin till i am erodin, they soft to the touch and accepting of trojan, the takers are makers when omnis not potent, my magnus of opus was know us dont slow us, your stepping in shit if you follow their horses, i never been married but know bout divorces, child to heavy rose delicate gorgeous adapting in crevices ganged to the smorgis,
the forest of plenty was ours but not for us, cause you would learn envy before you know floor is the difference between us and all of your choices,
Yeah i make noise, yeah i got toys, the spiders weave webs in the world we destroy,
Yeah my eyes heavy, yeah my wings light,
Can we compare and contrasts whats in sight, bounded to crash like a dog is to bite,
These are a few of the things that i like.
Hold you so close and i love you in spite of the pain that we gain when we own for a night,
Nothing is right, nothing is wrong,
Lust for her thong, envy of strong, pride for my kin that had change how we saw, glutton for ends like its bills to the maw, but im sloth to the sand cause it changes, we all, got a valley, but the milk and honey just taught me wrath, see the greed as it grows for a greener blood bath, and, i aint really tryna step back,
Its revenge of the poems with a swig of cognac, i ain't tryna take a stance but wing chun where am i at, breath with the fact, knees with the cat, seen where im at, bees final act, spree verbal gat, sing till you splat,
And i aint got time to question that,
The difference for the mouse is that he came from a rat,
But its all just a feast to a cat.
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I couldnt help but love her
Poesíai met her in 2004. First grade. It didnt start or end with her. Yet it didnt matter until her. *i had alot of issues growing up as a kid and i wasnt able to tackle them or even realize them in the order they happened. So the events are out of order...
