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 Jan 2020
Cyclone
My Intelligence is questioned, I guess the route I chosen out in life had others guessing, about the common sense that I possess in my possessions, with nothing left to lose I must confess to rest the stressing, so now I'm learning lessons stressing what I gotta do to make this right, the decisions I make- beyond this point affects my life, If I wanna be happy I must excel on to the light, this Early Life Crisis increases will to learn and fight!
 Jan 2020
Cyclone
Hectic Injections affecting sections, had killed the past affection I had for them past elections, I'm now expecting secrets that sever our suffering system, if you see the good in these demons why don't you list em?, you're just another victim pressured by power and now the pain plays pure, victims keep falling to flocking felons, can't catch em there is no cure, for how long must we fight this?, this Early Life Crisis won't be secure?!, prepared for battle we go to war, fore we mature, stressing while fetching bases, catching cases was our demise, and now we blow into a million seeds before your eyes, it was no mercy towards the good and young nobody cries, just viewed as menaces to society, the future dies!
 Jan 2020
Cyclone
Look how my frown thrives, robbing the pureness from my brown eyes, wonder how smiles could soon compile in the down side, I survived!, but hurtful urge will soon defer, direction of my vision that was missing it's perfect purr, and now my sound, was a hissing of spitting rounds, I managed to take cover, saw my brother had hit the ground, a wicked sound, and when I found his frown would thrive, it made me picture prison, no precision in my brown eyes.
 Jan 2020
Cyclone
Taking dares forsakes my cares, I caught a share, the corporations are more than making, you learn the taking and the scare, puts it there so vividly, and so greedily, start to studder so instantly, nervous, uttering timidly, I started visiting, sympathy, but the empathy is hidden in misery, pity me, with a simile, winning the embassy was the task of an ambassador, and grasping procrastination would flash this crap in fast formations, with the cast of patience, notice that the cash escaping, so competitions racing, causing nausea sensations, but a share in this will pair me in the rude awakening, depressions' quickly causes fate in an unwanted placement .
 Jan 2020
Cyclone
Complacent off how we face it, these military statements played us, succeed escaping from the plagued arrangements, so we're ranging, with inner phasing and now blazing our conversations, it's all our war stories made to store our faded glory, our purple hearts encircles parts that they were certain parched, behind the curtain soldier's urgency was worse than narks, but yet we stand by full command, governments demand, is the secret that disbands safer world in man.
 Jan 2020
Cyclone
The mystical dreaming, caught the free human being in his feelings, the individual's visuals look despicable, but he's prolifically out of misery, hypocrisy- daring to be the charging that's starting no sympathy, can he breathe in the killing spree, that wreaks in the city, plus some claims not witty cause they're truly begging for pity, the struggle fight will get ******, but how you see only shows that, ain't no trapping up in this mapping, you snapping on Kodak, taking notice to throwbacks, meditation on stations, that's for the nations that was facing proclamation from faking, make the game get mistaken for it's debating to odes, now the foes will get exposed and you will explode.
 Jan 2020
Cyclone
Continue shivers, one who delivers slivers of slugs, I don't consider, the critters were getting bitter through drugs, a vivid picture gets bigger when all its prisoners get hugs, we shrug as sinners, bugs will return the splinters we plugged, were you ascended?, defended by a defendant, descended, though your offensive, was proven expensive how it's extensive, so my defensive was senseless, defenseless measures through senses, so do I bug a **** that treasures slug offences?
 Jan 2020
Cyclone
Geronimo!; falls my domino, cries my fate, portions of my misfortune, snake eyes relate, hate to ******* place, though this sensation was precipitation, maybe I must blame altercations with participation, young and dumb hums a sum into negative light, is the positive a lot to give a plotting to life?, I must fight, claiming sight to regain sense of sanity, this game plays the same but a flame is profanity.
 Jan 2020
Cyclone
Contributing my constitution to your illusions...was misconception infecting to make your arguments get fraudulent?, brought a bargain to a sergeants bliss and flawed assists, oh my gosh, a twist, a bonds' a *****, is dawn a myth?, shall you con to skip, pawn my grip, so I slip?, and make a revolution necessary temporarily, things we alter come to falter if it spars in altars, never fulfilling but is killing further growth in partners.
 Jan 2020
Cyclone
Dehydration from the vibrations of citations that dried occasions, hide my patience, die sedation, I want just gyration, why administrate not knowing fate we all debate?, keep your eyes peeled to conceal sense of shield, maybe a quotes appeal soaks it's deal from it's origins, study how we collect culture from beyond the foreign, in this present time, a sentence rhymes if it chimes, a quote will be sublime if it shows its time defined.
 Jan 2020
Cyclone
Ambition in his mission was heart of a ****, prohibition soul driven was colder defense, bolder your glimpse in a sense may make it seem tense, but all these problems to your tolerance makes solemn so it's calm and dense, your offence was the way you cater, you knew the taper path you took by saying prayers would dissolve betrayers, your appreciation secedes with form of lead, withdrawing from the wrongs that preceded and just retreaded.
 Jan 2020
Cyclone
My stained broken glass, chains of gold, plain brass is cast, through the past where I masked trash that's mass, the images are vast, peep my stash, cash grew fast, I grasped kilos, in this predicament, my sentiment was brash steelo, and though my wishing was assistance they had cashed zeros, you call me hero, wouldn't see so in my task, breathe slow!, cause in my diesel, you would see your enemy, pillow, there to smother you and thunder shoot your glass window, so better come to sense and never tense your last willow, cause it will better suit in helping you to have a still flow.
 Jan 2020
Cyclone
Blended with intended mends of tenderness, I send for bliss, every stroke I paddle, I must travel for your lavish kiss, perfect is my fantasy but searching for the sanity, opposes with humanity that closes in the vanity, stand with me as I proceed, poetry unfolds my need, lonely, I'm a phony acting coldly but I boldly heed, for a WOMAN'S coming so I summon blushing when we're touching, clutching with affection, my impression mentions love's intentions.
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