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The Immortal Wize

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lightness in the dark
If you're reading this you're it, get with it stay with it don't quit.

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brewing a fresh pot of dayspring

sipping on a cup of steaming sunrise

storms came without warning

in flashes of light I soon realized

it was but a dream so I took

control of the scene next life

turned into a world of screams

blacking out the entire screen

all I could do is scry to get the

image to come through picture

perfect in trademark Technicolor

in the beginning was the acts of

Cain " do you have any shame "

"I felt no pain " echoes rhymes of

scrambled promises and vision

X marks the spot thought about it

for a long time sign on the dotted line

gone take some time to make up

the mind it might take eons

these aliases aren't truly mine

climbed a lot of stairs fell down

a few flights trees were fruitful

took a few bites left the figs to rot

had to walk to get to the spot

where I met a dude who was betrayed

for a bag by a dude who was paid a bag

to potray him I was parched dude was pist

waking up was a choice

"didn't ask to be born

I could be still sheep

so much tea can come from

a good night sleep

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Wise_Notion says:

I could still be sheep...fire...thanks for sharing
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mlowe5 says:

Nice! And the beauty and glory of it all is to be born again perpendicular to the ground to likewise pen the visit of a sheep not of the slaughtered. Geat write. ONE. Peace and Love, M'Lowe.

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