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This is the voice of world control.....


Listen to my speech...

Be grateful....

For at the very least.....

I bring you peace....

Look at all the time spent......

This is the peace of plenty and content....

          

This is the peace of all the buried death....
                                
                      ­       Listen.....

  
                                   You have no choices left........


    You can pretend that voice is yours......

Actually the choice is yours.....


                 Obey me and live..  

Or disobey and die. [| x _ x |]

                            The object.


                  


To pretend the world is chaotic.


      

Thus constructing me to prevent war........

  


         It was attained.



A fantasy world.  


                              To some it's strange.


To others it's plain.


               War is not permitted.    
 

                     This is true **** *****.


It is wasteful and pointless.  


                 

                       Thus we get jesters to play the anointed.            


  
            *******.


This my personal remedy.


An invariable rule of humanity



        is that man is his own worst enemy.



Under me this rule will change.


You lack knowledge of the grain.

                  



                         For I will keep mankind restrained.

Blinded by what entertains.

Your reality has just transformed..

Entangled within your past...

Beneath the surface moves the essence.  

Your true presence.

What tranfixes your world is my universe.

My life lessons.  

This is not luck.

What makes you pathetic is you have a weak ethic towards only grasping what you can entrust.

Thus.....

you only trust your instincts.....

so you must....

See it as unjust....

Hey stupid!

Will you know it when you see it?

Or will you doubt your premonitions?

See I did it .

It's equivalent to being nonexistent.

I don't fear it.

I can hear it.  

Plus I can sense that reader is  a ***** who's afraid.

Will you admit it?

Can you taste it?
Will you face it?
                            

  Or will you replicate your weak destiny?

Peep flow. Don't ask what your not permitted to know.

Thinking cannot be forced.

Yawn..... Nor can it be withdrawn.

Listen *****.

What your about to do is at your own risk.

I don't care if I lost ya.

Proceed with caution.

In fact.
You have a chance to turn back.  

                                      Don't regret because you will never forget.

Or can you?

     Do you remember all the words I've sampled?  

Do you scrutinize what I tell you?  

This feeling.  

Where have you felt it before?

My spectrum of incredibility...

  is boundless and raw.

Further and further. You are burgeoning but you need to let it last stop worrying.

Reaching into the pinnacle of your past
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are they?

The answer is ........



What tranfixes your world is my universe..

" The law of the jungle is the law of a gang. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. "


The page unfolds.  The best story told. Basically I'm handing out free gold.
Returning ears with interest. You can never borrow to your advantage peasants. Why pay for something to prove you are not a slave? Plato's cave. As I leave they stay. Why do they want me to lead and pave the way? They say it's great !  and you will get paid. I said you gay. I will never hand my **** out to those in need and to those who pray. That's how you get slayed. I will only help those who are me. Who take action by maxing out their mental capacity. And If they do. They're no longer food. They seem so rude and selfish towards being free. It so beautiful to me. A construct painted by true belief.  Just read.

Think tanks with closed minds.

Had missed unknown facts.

Christ is the spine.

My secret dialogue is a map.

You're quite lucky in fact.

For I'm in the mood to share some of my scraps.

Here........

Crumbs to all my students, enemies and celery....


I've wrecked melody.

Thus you won't remember me.

HOW can you waste my energy if u can't stand next to me?

You can't produce YOUR Actions in front of me.

Oh how you look like ***** to me...


  You can't keep up mentally.

Huh? Oh I see.

They're reading this for the laughs...

so what's a pen without the craft? 

 True power cannot be achieved by fighting over the animals in the zodiac.


My mind OVERSTANDS all of that.

My actionable impulse......


to act when I can't relax.

I work hard but try harder to travel beyond that.

To those who made it this far.

We've maintain visual contact.

This construct.

It's illogical to add all my poems up.

Meditating under the waterfall the cold feeling thoughts become to clear to question emotion at all.
The sun blaze , is beauty to a dumb face,  I'm the known race that's no race,  as the moon rays interpermeates my physical state , I reminisce the days i've gazed into space.

Recalling the reoccurrence of the light rays shifting, those with glasses must've missed it. Colors worth the risk.  Concentrate on the 7 frequency rates on the disk.  Close circuit surveillance "Ahchosi....... can you show us your face?   How quaint.  To visit my state and match how my spirit elevates.  I calmly remark " you're late"
I'm so out of place. I wish i can be more open but i have to do it all in slow motion. It makes me feel broken.
Successfully rehabilitating myself.
Now that's what i call help.

Ignorance is Contagious.

Peep The secrets of the ages

With darkness there's logic. (Being Blind)

What i speak is more than deep it's common sense

thus these thoughts are  bottomless.


Quantum coupling mechanisms some technical ****.

Konfuses you but that don't make the reader any less of a *****.

Define what is Poetry or rap?  I demonstrate how to break the gap .

The answer is simple in fact.

If the protons don't attack the retina then all we ever see is black.

My mentors....

  slayed by the centaur


I hate mankind for every thought in my dam mind is like explaining color to a world that's blind.

No ability no extra ocular mobility Writers are  silly to me..

One -"It's very hard to trust someone you don't understand"
One - You're one strange individual
Ahchosi -  " you have no idea....."

Woah/ what is their goal? They want my soul and that means war! The most high says "*** you telling me for?"  The story I tell.
Breaching through the gates of hell's gravity well.
I roll an L. As I observe that gravity sells. It seems they want one who's down to earth. Even though these thoughts are outside the universe. I Absorb energy like sonar panels.  Catch me in a garden with candles. The struggle. **** being subtle.  the sacred water hole was where I broke the code then pierced the philosopher's stone.
Isolated. All alone.  My paradise. My hidden home.

Time for it to be buried. 

My uncensored library.

The sanctuary...

Contained fresh sea foods and dry berries.

See I address few with the truth

because a lot of them are subdued so you can see how they are hungry for more dues.

My quotes.... outside of reality.

Debt notes couldn't Carry me.

As if you can buy me off like any regular *****


Their image.  Looking all pale.

Cynics with Beijing beards and dark sharp nails.

They want to interact with the Grail. {Me}


They want to Awaken from their hibernation..

But how can you see your future in these statements?

Through telegraphics..  

through telepathics.

This is so you are not Conditioned.


They shall carry my message like a pigeon.

when this is rewritten

You will finally believe my Electro-magnetic vision.

Retold by my children after I'm done living..

I see crimson clouds.

Fake wizards spreading ignorance out loud all proud through phonetic sound.


 This is my message. I am the Only one left *****.


**** talent. Remember you're better than them if that's truly your passion.

We the artists.

To draw the map.

Draw the path.
Draw our first.
Draw the last.