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God is spoken From a potent Thing we smoking Trees Gaia birthed the bloom breathed the boom in the canopies, In the wind flew the bees and grew the pleasantries Prana pushing thunder through sQuishing lemon trees   like a hundred new Whisps of mists and heavy deeds Sit with honeydew The gist of this the lemon breeze (We) Going tunnel view Fits and Shakes, seeking remedies digging under you Might be dicking under you Might be Torn asunder true Pirate borne to plunder you.... Sweat means gold, what's been found with lemon -ease? I've been told What in our eyes is what we ever see's 7 seas, more like 7 deeds, filled with deadly feeds Demons like to pleade with ready rease, Virus, the life that spread disease (it alters our sense and what we please) ~Ahem,   ***no te comas la verdad del diablo,***   today to trust Might feel bad, but none brought low There's an easy in WE  Strong Standin', N0ne brought low and now we win amen, a man none start south Its begun... Light as Potent as my prayers **** the make-believe ***I can't wear it, ah Dark is Ever reaching What do you receive? ***What you carrying hah? Balance (Is) an even preaching : What we choose to be ***I can bear it ; hah Come  and help me unweave those who have been so deceived Those stuck in in the mud of ... sputtering " how can it be ?" **** the you or me, mentality When Neurons Fire free and Serotonins drained in me You Might find Saraswati sweetly swathing me In glowing rivers, poured off the moon With Omens looming soon With Omens looming soon I been choking on my doom. Dreaming with Both eyes open and a heart awoken , poorly stoking gloom Too blind to see hope but stoked, still mocking roving Vroom : im off to tokin soon. Sh!t this blunt be totaled soon I Might be total loon an inverted magic man who most often enwomb those caught on the moon Those stuck in the tune For those who hear this earworm, this tea room sloom. This is for Those muted in zoom: I've found traction in heaps Breaking as hard and often As the risen yeast When you pass on the least My Passion is to find the passion of peace its Stuck In the  grasp Fashioned with the sap of my last energies...
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May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 12:27 AM UTC
They Call him Ah-Wah-Keh
God is spoken From a potent Thing we smoking Trees Gaia birthed the bloom breathed the boom in the canopies, In the wind flew the bees and grew the pleasantries Prana pushing thunder through sQuishing lemon trees   like a hundred new Whisps of mists and heavy deeds Sit with honeydew The gist of this the lemon breeze (We) Going tunnel view Fits and Shakes, seeking remedies digging under you Might be dicking under you Might be Torn asunder true Pirate borne to plunder you.... Sweat means gold, what's been found with lemon -ease? I've been told What in our eyes is what we ever see's 7 seas, more like 7 deeds, filled with deadly feeds Demons like to pleade with ready rease, Virus, the life that spread disease (it alters our sense and what we please) ~Ahem,   ***no te comas la verdad del diablo,***   today to trust Might feel bad, but none brought low There's an easy in WE  Strong Standin', N0ne brought low and now we win amen, a man none start south Its begun... Light as Potent as my prayers **** the make-believe ***I can't wear it, ah Dark is Ever reaching What do you receive? ***What you carrying hah? Balance (Is) an even preaching : What we choose to be ***I can bear it ; hah Come  and help me unweave those who have been so deceived Those stuck in in the mud of ... sputtering " how can it be ?" **** the you or me, mentality When Neurons Fire free and Serotonins drained in me You Might find Saraswati sweetly swathing me In glowing rivers, poured off the moon With Omens looming soon With Omens looming soon I been choking on my doom. Dreaming with Both eyes open and a heart awoken , poorly stoking gloom Too blind to see hope but stoked, still mocking roving Vroom : im off to tokin soon. Sh!t this blunt be totaled soon I Might be total loon an inverted magic man who most often enwomb those caught on the moon Those stuck in the tune For those who hear this earworm, this tea room sloom. This is for Those muted in zoom: I've found traction in heaps Breaking as hard and often As the risen yeast When you pass on the least My Passion is to find the passion of peace its Stuck In the  grasp Fashioned with the sap of my last energies...
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May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 12:27 AM UTC
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