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Meditating under the waterfall the cold feeling thoughts become to clear to question emotion at all.
The sun blaze , is beauty to a dumb face,  I'm the known race that's no race,  as the moon rays interpermeates my physical state , I reminisce the days i've gazed into space.

Recalling the reoccurrence of the light rays shifting, those with glasses must've missed it. Colors worth the risk.  Concentrate on the 7 frequency rates on the disk.  Close circuit surveillance "Ahchosi....... can you show us your face?   How quaint.  To visit my state and match how my spirit elevates.  I calmly remark " you're late"
I'm so out of place. I wish i can be more open but i have to do it all in slow motion. It makes me feel broken.
Successfully rehabilitating myself.
Now that's what i call help.
One -"It's very hard to trust someone you don't understand"
One - You're one strange individual
Ahchosi -  " you have no idea....."

Woah/ what is their goal? They want my soul and that means war! The most high says "*** you telling me for?"  The story I tell.
Breaching through the gates of hell's gravity well.
I roll an L. As I observe that gravity sells. It seems they want one who's down to earth. Even though these thoughts are outside the universe. I Absorb energy like sonar panels.  Catch me in a garden with candles. The struggle. **** being subtle.  the sacred water hole was where I broke the code then pierced the philosopher's stone.
Isolated. All alone.  My paradise. My hidden home.

Time for it to be buried. 

My uncensored library.

The sanctuary...

Contained fresh sea foods and dry berries.

See I address few with the truth

because a lot of them are subdued so you can see how they are hungry for more dues.

My quotes.... outside of reality.

Debt notes couldn't Carry me.

As if you can buy me off like any regular *****


Their image.  Looking all pale.

Cynics with Beijing beards and dark sharp nails.

They want to interact with the Grail. {Me}


They want to Awaken from their hibernation..

But how can you see your future in these statements?

Through telegraphics..  

through telepathics.

This is so you are not Conditioned.


They shall carry my message like a pigeon.

when this is rewritten

You will finally believe my Electro-magnetic vision.

Retold by my children after I'm done living..

I see crimson clouds.

Fake wizards spreading ignorance out loud all proud through phonetic sound.


 This is my message. I am the Only one left *****.


**** talent. Remember you're better than them if that's truly your passion.

We the artists.

To draw the map.

Draw the path.
Draw our first.
Draw the last.

— The End —