The rift didn't make any good to me. *Before the rift I didn't spilf , now I splif to drift high and feel lifted.*

My soul is shaking in babylon fighting for its forever.
Myself **flesh** I'm against the soul. *They say be the king of your mind and slave your body.*

*But the rift didn't uplift me.* *his a thieve in the day light*, taking the one who I never felt being misunderstood with .

I'm alone at night searching for day light but I found myself comfortable with darkness so I brought a chair to relax in the dark and reflex on what good darkness has , *mostly its temporary doesn't last.*

Darkness will make you feel comfortable for a while but you end up being lost searching for a way out in a bottom less pit

*spit the devils kit out , get away from mental slavery* is what I told myself