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Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts and get lost in the days A land before clocks would invade The beauty of time was then slayed For a minute it seems as if mankind got lost in our ways But I'm not afraid. To be a leader To be remembered by the readers So dearest cosmos, "I must know when my time is." As my generations finest Wordsmith who with a thousand words paints an image vivid enough to cure blindness brushed with these thoughts I let linger To all these strangers but see That's the danger. For I feel as if they know me better than I know myself These voices surely can't be right for my health For my ears they bleed as they scream "Don't give them too much you." "But what else am I to do? To get my message through?" "Don't let them take control." "What if they have? How am I to know?" "Please if there's one thing you do.." "Honestly what do I have to lose?" "Don't you dare lose your soul." Its all physics so please put your ego aside For if it were to collide With your soul there'd be no standing point for your demons to hide. Its been one hell of a ride, As the cosmos I must let it be known I've heard your Deepest of cries. So when you ask me when will it be your time? I say to you my child *December 13th the day the genius did rise.*
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
December 13th
Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts and get lost in the days A land before clocks would invade The beauty of time was then slayed For a minute it seems as if mankind got lost in our ways But I'm not afraid. To be a leader To be remembered by the readers So dearest cosmos, "I must know when my time is." As my generations finest Wordsmith who with a thousand words paints an image vivid enough to cure blindness brushed with these thoughts I let linger To all these strangers but see That's the danger. For I feel as if they know me better than I know myself These voices surely can't be right for my health For my ears they bleed as they scream "Don't give them too much you." "But what else am I to do? To get my message through?" "Don't let them take control." "What if they have? How am I to know?" "Please if there's one thing you do.." "Honestly what do I have to lose?" "Don't you dare lose your soul." Its all physics so please put your ego aside For if it were to collide With your soul there'd be no standing point for your demons to hide. Its been one hell of a ride, As the cosmos I must let it be known I've heard your Deepest of cries. So when you ask me when will it be your time? I say to you my child *December 13th the day the genius did rise.*
Inspired by January 28th by j. Cole 4th piece off of "The R.A.P project"
mikeythepoet
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
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