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I am merely a poet a writer an igniter of fire the designer of a prior desire to admire the harmonious choir but quick to tire of contriving liars as the potential buyers hold strangulation wires about to lay me in a pile of blood soaked fliers until my life expires and all this illusionary harmony is alarming me stalling me in its comedy they think they're disarming me with talks of peace and prosperity as i hilariously smash their conspiracy theories as i am seriously furious when i deliriously remove the sanctity from your sanctuaries sketching lucid rhymes in obituaries as corrupted school kids watch me curiously i see your timid hands when you approach me nervously as i hiss cyphers murderously while you atrociously fumble satisfactory rhymes i miraculously summon these mumbling mimes ducking before the holy and unholy shrines no god but father time laying low tumbling dimes still ducking swine from misdemeanor crimes making local news and the seattle times as they run and hide with their nines im packing verbal calibers of all kinds and splitting minds with my lines enshrined
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Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 10:57 PM UTC
Merely
I am merely a poet a writer an igniter of fire the designer of a prior desire to admire the harmonious choir but quick to tire of contriving liars as the potential buyers hold strangulation wires about to lay me in a pile of blood soaked fliers until my life expires and all this illusionary harmony is alarming me stalling me in its comedy they think they're disarming me with talks of peace and prosperity as i hilariously smash their conspiracy theories as i am seriously furious when i deliriously remove the sanctity from your sanctuaries sketching lucid rhymes in obituaries as corrupted school kids watch me curiously i see your timid hands when you approach me nervously as i hiss cyphers murderously while you atrociously fumble satisfactory rhymes i miraculously summon these mumbling mimes ducking before the holy and unholy shrines no god but father time laying low tumbling dimes still ducking swine from misdemeanor crimes making local news and the seattle times as they run and hide with their nines im packing verbal calibers of all kinds and splitting minds with my lines enshrined
Mikhael
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Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 10:57 PM UTC
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