I can count on the fact that some , ..of you actors have to come... Forward eventually , Since the events I see , Prevent my street , Mentality from fallin' casualty , So i non chelantly, almost casually, Go to bat for peace , Actually, Wagin' war for the poor , Causin' havic on the non combative , Fighting demons with the light im beamin', Being polite & desent , In spite of recent, Events that took place in seasons, I used to find relief and a-peasement , In breathin' all the much needed ocean breeze when i throw a sheet on the sand and go to sleep at the only beach. Ive ever known & i know youve seen, The infamous oil rigs also known as the black swan, The facts non... Con-va-looted... Its non desputive... Unless its on the news then , Its all delusions , I call them stooges , The ones that fall for stupid , Scripts that are all infused with , The gloom and doom spewed on through, The electronic tubes, Of demonic sonic booms, And if you're too lazy to show up....like most so called grown ups..." take your middle finger, throw it up" & Show up... You know what... You can view it on zoom... Zoom, zooom...zoom.... And if we, Dont understand the strings.. On our back that' re being pulled, Then how do we know who's pullin' em.., Inside of us while we were asleep, All these she-pulls that peep, All these bo peeps speakin' Chinese, ...speakin' of hygiene These Y.G's always cry streams over some so called terrifs that trick... Ya'll into not seein' its just a ritual that twists truth.... And gets youth to swear that its legit.... Good ol' martyrdom of Hair-em'- a-biff... Swear if i got clipped, ...currently...it certainly surfaced that electrical currency , They need you...to let your emotions unfurl... They stole your devotion, 2 harness the emotions you keep showin' as their shows keep goin'.....the show must go on....and so on....and so, so long... One more or less ...brick in the wall....ball lickers...lickin' their balls....victim of the vlog...bit shoots & pods... Im hopin' the blessed, Will remain safe... When its my time to leave this deranged place... I hope he opens heavens main gate... My pane takes, On so many different faces... So many types of names So any type of games... Are welcomed but forbidden intermittently... Allegedly, Diesel or unleaded please... Now im headed east... ..... May the words ive chosen... Reverb to the nerds im hopin'... Get to grow old in, This slowly broken smoldering culdron of folks that're open, To the truth but not..not very often, alot of em' scoffin'... Alot of em' mockin'... Cuz i state the obvious that these frog men could not in... A million years reach speeds of mock ten... Thats hog wash...and if you believe all that odd talk then you can lick my dogs crotch and chalk it up to a loss... " loss prevention at Ross" But we won't be on top ... If we fall for the first thing that drops its offspring at our front door.. Of course its the farthest fetched..par for the course..darkness, death

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