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word-smyth
word-smyth
The golden nutcase - with an open and shut case/ View - on the few that are frozen in one place/ No, not this reality/ But a tragedy - of reoccurring blasphemy/ Toward the true God - who is rapidly/ Building up loads of agony/ Since humans are losing their sanity/ By rejecting love and worshiping vanity/ Such a malady - but thankfully/ In all actuality - God is a totality/ So in the end/ He will descend/ And share is fantasy, of morality/ In order to create a peaceful galaxy/ Without the the fallacy - of individuality/ You see, that is his strategy - so actually/ In the end - they call me crazy but I'm just the messenger/ Who registered - God as the editor of this earth/ He may give you death - but he also gives you birth/ Now it's up for you, to decide what it's worth/ Be yourself and **** low self-esteem/ 'Cause life itself is steam/ It doesn't matter how yourself is seen/ By other beings/ Real recognize real - no need to change you/ Only the fakes out there wanna rearrange you/ Estrange you and cage you/ They fear the truth inside - so they hide - behind a mask just like Kane do/ At first they appear like an angel/ But shortly after they reenact the Story of Cain & Abel/ They're simply not able/ To deal with the cradle/ Of their wicked thoughts - and become unstable/ Unfaithful/ Toward their true self/ Mistaking true wealth/ With materialistic garbage/ Until their view is tarnished//
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Nutcase
So many ~ words to choose from/ I throw away some crumbs/ 'Cause I know the ~ birds can use some/ See - That's a superiority complex/ Think about the context/ Because the wordplay - is flyer than anything the birds say/ I'm shifting minds like earthquakes, shift earth plates/ Tec-tonic/ The Gin/Djinn made me sin/ Now I'm spraying shots chronically/ But I maintain ~ due to puffin that yellow green/ It helps me enter ~ into a mellow dream/ Where I can contact the Elohim/ Who give me signs of fellow beings/ That live far off in deep space/ They try to help me e-scape/ From this mean fate, of the weak race/ We call humans/ Consumers who love living the Truman Show/ But hate anything a true man shows/ And exposes/ Because they're caught in hypnosis.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
Hypnosis