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Oct 2017
People so sedative in repetitive ways
copy pasta smoke like Rasta
in competitive daze
now they knowing negative and executive plays

white knuckle bled to the bone scratching for raise
hit the glass pipe , noid and scratching for days
is this normal or am I just craze
people lose they job family and daughter
leave me amazed

the state of the world so far from celerity
when I'm gone remember me in the rain
remember when synchronicity was never rarity
zen prime outta reach
what happened to the  brain drain
countless countries shouting carry me
while the US of We try to maintain

stupidity

will get you killed
but intelligence will get you ****** up
humility spill, wet gut guilt negligence
that safety scissors won't cut

through the pall in the air
transmit signals to powered tablets
while people taking pharma tablets
like powdered maggots

necrophy the inside  , stealing life like bandits!
stealing life like bandits, necrophy the inside ....

RUN!
POSSIBLE
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POSSIBLE  Neither/My darling, I'm here.
(Neither/My darling, I'm here.)   
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