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Sktzo
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AWAKENING MINDS

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VERBOSE VAGABOND

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just different

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I DON’T UNDERSTAND THE DIVINE PLAN

CANT SEEM TO MAKE MOVES WITH MINE HANDS

GAME OF CHESS, YET UNDER DURESS

I GUESS, PAIN IN MY CHEST IS SUPPRESSED BREATH

SOMEHOW CONSIDERED BLESSED NEVERTHELESS

SPIRIT COMPLEX AND COMPRESSED, I COME PRESSED

DEPRESSION HIT HOME SO I SPIT VERBOSE FLOWS

AND NOW FEELING LESSENED WITH GOD HAVING TESTED MY GRIT

FORCED AND COERCED TO DISPERSE VERSES OF HURT WHEN I SPIT

EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENT, BUT ITS NOT RELEVANT WHEN YOUR SOUL IS BELLIGERENT & DECADENT

ICONOCLASTIC BOMBASTIC SOUL ACTING IRREVERENT TO REVERENDS

THIS IS WHERE THE GOLD FLOWING RIVER ENDS

SLIPPING ON SLIPPERY SLOPES, TOO MUCH TO COPE AS I HOPE

NOTHING GIVEN FROM ALL I SACRIFICED,

DUMB ENOUGH TO HAVE LISTENED TO WHAT A MINISTER SPOKE

OR ANCIENT PATRIARCHAL VAGRANTS WROTE > I DO NOT PROMOTE

I’M THE GUY THAT SPOKE OF RAIN FROM THE SKY THEN WOULD LATER FLOAT ON A BOAT

KNOWN AS NOAH THE KNOWER

TRYING TO OVERCOME AND TOPPLE TEMPLES

HIDDEN BEHIND MY FOREHEAD IS THE THIRD SMITTEN WORD OF TEMPO

UNKNOWN KEMPO, CATALYZING CANCEROUS TUNES

THIS CANTANKEROUS WOUND WOULD SOON OVERFLOW AND BUST PUSS

SO IM HERE TO CONVENIENTLY YET VEHEMENTLY FUSS

SPEAK TO THE WEAK THESE EGREGIOUS LIGAMENT LEAKS

FLAILING FILAMENTS AS YOU HAIL HITLER THE MODERN VERSION

FOOLISHLY I FELL FOR THE ILLUSION TO A SPIRITS CONVERSION

STUCK IN THE MIDST WHILE IMMERSED IN, IMMERSION

THE DISCONCERTED ME IS CONVERSING THESE

HURT CURT WORDS IVE BERSERKINGLY WORDING TREES

LEAVES FALLEN, SIMULTANEOUSLY STALLING I LOST MY CALLING

I CAN NO LONGER VOCALIZE VOCAL LIES AS THE LOCAL TRIBES TRY TO MOBILIZE

BUT THIS LOCO MIND NEEDS A THERMOMETER FOR MY MITOCHONDRIA

AS I COMMIT A FELONY OF MELODIES WHILE TREADING SEEDS WITH HERESIES

SO COME NEAR ME TO HEAR ME, BEFRIEND ME OR FEAR THE ONE STEERING

TOO MANY SERPENTS SNEERING AS THEY SNICKER SACRILEGIOUSLY

I’M EMERGING A DEMIURGE AND NOMADIC MONAD THATS SO SAD

ALL THE WHILE MY STYLE OF FLOWS IS VERBOSE I SUPPOSE

HENCE I CHOOSE TO COMPOSE PROSE OR KNOWN AS PROSODY

PROTECTING PATRIOTS AND SEEKING RECIPROCITY, OBVIOUSLY

I MUST CONFESS THAT MY ONCE LIT WICK HAS BEEN UNLIT

SO IM A BIT MROE CARELESS OF THE THINGS I SPIT

BECAUSE YOU’’ GET MORE PRESTIGE FOR BEING A DIMWIT

THAN ONE WHO CHOOSES TO PERUSE THE SOUL OF FOOLS AND SPIT QUICK

AND AS MY HEART DARKENS, I HARKEN THE LAST SPARTAN THAT WOULD SPARK IN

FEELING A BIT HEARTLESS, BECAUSE MY FAITH HAS BEEN USHED BEYOND THE PRECIPICE

OR I WILL SIMPLY SAY BEYOND THE EDGE OF CLIFF SO PLEASE DON’T MESS WITH THIS

CAUSE I HAVE THE GUN ED READY TO PULL THE TRIGGER TO MY CEREBELLUM

COGNITIVE CONSCIENTIOUSNESS CREATING CURVATURES TO CURATE CURIOUS CREATIONS

MY CREMATION IS A KIND OF DEFAMATION TO THE LORD ON HIGH, IM BORED OH WHY?!

SIMPLE SIMPLICITIES SIMPLY SPEWED TO SUBDUE THE SUBCONSCIOUS OBNOXIOUSNESS

KNOWING NOT MANY ROCK WITH THIS, BUT MY VORACITY IR VORACIOUSLY OFFERING MY APPETITE

TO TIGHTLY GRASP, THEN GIGGLE AND LAUGH WHEN I HAD THE MIC AS I HAD A VICE

NOW MY VICE GRIP IS MY FINAL NICE TIP LIKE A SPIKED KNIFE FIST IS A NICE TWIST

I AM THE LAST POOR MAN STANDING, STILL WITHSTANDING THE RAIN AS I WISH TO REIGN SUPREME

BUT THE DIVINE YOU IS AN ASTUTE ME DECREEING THE 33 DEGREES TO WHICH I FLEA FOR PEACE

BUT IT SURELY HAS MADE ME SURLY AND KINDA BURLY BECAUSE I CANT EVEN HAVE A PIECE OF PEACE

SO I MUST END THE CORNER BEND AND BRING A STOP TO THIS LETTER THEN SEND, THEN SLEEP DECEASED!

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mlowe5 says:

If so, then So Mote It Be. One. Peace and Love.

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