I see patterns in these lives recurring habits of mean guys, unspoken lies yet to come. Freedom in a jug of a thirsty government ,torments of a silence war path : ships and pirates ;police and sirens ; bullies and violence ; nerds and violins ; birds and flying ; me and writing

what meets the eye is more then I could see , more then i could be, I reveal strangers from a strange house appereing with shocked eyes as the systems bleeds lies and the government pukes fire.

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innocent people get braaied, and crimnals raise a glass of fine wine

See we live in a world of....
A world where you choose to be the head or the tail , a world of titles , a world of humans against humans , a world of white vs black , a world of blue vs red a world of reality vs bed , a world of the poor vs those who get paid, a world of philosophers vs dumb heads. see rasicm is still alive its just hidden from inside what a scary facade.

I see everything.

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