Poetic symphonies
View this tyranny
Tearing my book of rhymes to pieces.
The deep-ness
techniques of ' IT ".
From it.
Of it.
I am IT
because I know it
I show it.
Reading up On Agrippa
I hold a tight grip when i rip the fabric of another lizard.
The soul is Measured daily on a scale.
Will it weighs less than a feather quill?
The truth not the REAL.
I'm thankful for what inspires me
bodies deteriorating from society
I dare someone to define me.
Because of the Latin alphabetum
these words just keep settling in
and Athena well, Lets just be friends....
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 6:57 AM UTC
Poetic symphonies
View this tyranny
Tearing my book of rhymes to pieces.
The deep-ness
techniques of ' IT ".
From it.
Of it.
I am IT
because I know it
I show it.
Reading up On Agrippa
I hold a tight grip when i rip the fabric of another lizard.
The soul is Measured daily on a scale.
Will it weighs less than a feather quill?
The truth not the REAL.
I'm thankful for what inspires me
bodies deteriorating from society
I dare someone to define me.
Because of the Latin alphabetum
these words just keep settling in
and Athena well, Lets just be friends....
