For the Dub of This....

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First come blessings from above

Next came recognizance of flaws

No judge-meant to soley deliver pain

My mind is sunshine, when I let it reign

Down for the cause, cause the cause still remains

Peeking out two windows while fighting sleep

Expressing thought turns, signaling change in metes

Some climb to this sin, we all recline in the end

No shots to shoot without boomerang(ing) truths

I keeps changing into flows from writes by mind

My goals is to smoke brain lobes, listening to self expound

There is no next, like last night, 2b is a new knight sound

I write and share how it seems, no con of senses to achieve

Seeing twist in turns, from straight off domes, no bots or dromes

Scores from touchdowns, or goals driven home runs, for points

Boring attention deficit players, saving drafts like inhaling vapors

Whether forecasts thru paper to screened captions to report happenings

No distracting or sleights to outright invite debates on rights

I'm just playing my form of pslams from off my mind's dub plate