The difference between decode and decide is how I change the word around me
Similarities in heaven and hell is how my earth remains within my absolute best and worstTo compare and contrast is like the simile in how I smile, metaphorically speakingTo belittle or be little, my small mind grows titanic to sail brainstorms Before I map my way to my rightful kingdom they would rather see this king dumb So I took a crown draped in purple satan (satin), blended it in food for thought, then force fed them until they couldn't stomach me Animated how I illustrate these car tunes as if I spelled out what buggs me with double uA pitchfork couldn't feed my hunger, a halo couldn't make me stronger, and wings I don't want no longerI just wanna remain abnormal
G.Moore
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2b2b2 says: Tight Manifest....Bravo.....ONE |
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hymnagen says: Masterful wordplay. Much respect |
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DallasCowgirl says: You are ridiculous with them words, big bro. Great scribemanship! |
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