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Give me a title But what is the use Cant quantify me I make genres obtuse Try to be golden But darkness it feeds me Thrills beg for offering High pricing for cookies Escape from the madness With body intact Jump right back in Because feeling I lack Addicted to chaos But hate how it leaves me Emulated the Wanderer Who hung from the tree of trees Grabbed for the runes Read through the Matrix My eyes, they were opened But Mimir needs payment Hell that I've conjured Talked to its legions Poetics aside Ive talked to its demons Gaining the third sight They thought I would crumble Thought Id go mad Yet feet never stumbled Out of the forest Yet crave to go back there What is my issue What is this madness Mimir is calling He wants his dear payment Eluded him last time Next time he might gain it The sweet taste of fruit Idunna's it isn't Its far far more sweeter But wormed and decayded Cant taste the apple Without giving a tooth Yes I want my cake Yes I want to eat it too .45s make light of a strange situation Terror his payment if no one will pay him Calm down the chakra, ignore all the chatter They hate when you ignore them, hate to be outted.
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
Magic Fruit
Give me a title But what is the use Cant quantify me I make genres obtuse Try to be golden But darkness it feeds me Thrills beg for offering High pricing for cookies Escape from the madness With body intact Jump right back in Because feeling I lack Addicted to chaos But hate how it leaves me Emulated the Wanderer Who hung from the tree of trees Grabbed for the runes Read through the Matrix My eyes, they were opened But Mimir needs payment Hell that I've conjured Talked to its legions Poetics aside Ive talked to its demons Gaining the third sight They thought I would crumble Thought Id go mad Yet feet never stumbled Out of the forest Yet crave to go back there What is my issue What is this madness Mimir is calling He wants his dear payment Eluded him last time Next time he might gain it The sweet taste of fruit Idunna's it isn't Its far far more sweeter But wormed and decayded Cant taste the apple Without giving a tooth Yes I want my cake Yes I want to eat it too .45s make light of a strange situation Terror his payment if no one will pay him Calm down the chakra, ignore all the chatter They hate when you ignore them, hate to be outted.
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jamesdvanallen
34/M/Ohio
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
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