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I spent seven years in purgatory Not between heaven Waiting for hell Felt like sand and fire Like I was dripping down Cooking the Unsubmerged parts Up above the hourglass Pitter patter trickling below my feet. In a heatwave. who showed god The magnifying glass He burns ants with? **** that guy. I am an ant in purgatory It feels like I can carry so much weight I am small capable of so much look around. Everywhere around me People built normally can do more It takes a mad scientist His imagination of the shrink ray The switch on the side Something out of a sci-fi movie Just to make me grow It takes somebody with an imagination Just to think i'm impressive who gave god the Shrink ray? bless them. I thrive on the creators The thinkers Bath in their passion Crave their attention I need to hear their words See their art Live their stories through mediums This abundance of descision Where they hold hands with a paint chip god Fingernails of mustard, line and savage Seductress tendrils Spilling splattering across canvas Or music sheets a stage Computer screen Purgatory. Who gave god the paint brush? It was me.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 6:02 AM UTC
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I spent seven years in purgatory Not between heaven Waiting for hell Felt like sand and fire Like I was dripping down Cooking the Unsubmerged parts Up above the hourglass Pitter patter trickling below my feet. In a heatwave. who showed god The magnifying glass He burns ants with? **** that guy. I am an ant in purgatory It feels like I can carry so much weight I am small capable of so much look around. Everywhere around me People built normally can do more It takes a mad scientist His imagination of the shrink ray The switch on the side Something out of a sci-fi movie Just to make me grow It takes somebody with an imagination Just to think i'm impressive who gave god the Shrink ray? bless them. I thrive on the creators The thinkers Bath in their passion Crave their attention I need to hear their words See their art Live their stories through mediums This abundance of descision Where they hold hands with a paint chip god Fingernails of mustard, line and savage Seductress tendrils Spilling splattering across canvas Or music sheets a stage Computer screen Purgatory. Who gave god the paint brush? It was me.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 6:02 AM UTC
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