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Analytical Is the pen of my mind Listening to beats to fine the time To write the mysteries of my mind Divine Is the fruit of these rhymes The manipulation of verbs I play with both like ******* So sit back and observe The curses that lay inside these words Cause a human was never born So can never produce anything of divine quality Poems Are to expose the demons inside of me God one of your children is asking for a divine lobotomy Poetry was the key to the cage Like the magic harp that made ceberus sleep for days
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
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Analytical Is the pen of my mind Listening to beats to fine the time To write the mysteries of my mind Divine Is the fruit of these rhymes The manipulation of verbs I play with both like ******* So sit back and observe The curses that lay inside these words Cause a human was never born So can never produce anything of divine quality Poems Are to expose the demons inside of me God one of your children is asking for a divine lobotomy Poetry was the key to the cage Like the magic harp that made ceberus sleep for days
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
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