#blindfaith
See the sky it so highly appreciated. See the world it is so highly criticized. See the bird it is so highly glorified. See the rain it so highly envisaged with love.
See the land it is so highly sensitized. See the oligarchy it is so highly honored. See the hollow it is so highly rectified you see. See you, you are cherished and entitled with glory. See me, you shall find the disgrace and the coward traits in me. And see again the crazy going jolly fellow who stood there, see again the jumps he took for you, see a good one and take the rend of repent of the renounced rhetorical risky rumor. See again what THEY did and see again what you abide by...
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
Faith for the bathing ape
Case of caging the ape
I heard they even have it on tape
It hurts...this evil habit of ****
forget God, all I wanna do is escape
I get a job from a Man holding a banner, wearing a cape
He asks, “do you believe in faith?”
I’m masked, “…do you see my face??”
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
I don't share this lonesome life,
I am not going to ever get a wife,
For my horoscope threatens her death.
And blindfaith holders are galore o'r here,
They will sadistically sacrifice true love,
But not marry a Martian Greenhead.
The planet Mars is too strong in my life,
So strong that it says I won't get a wife,
Perhaps only another Manglik will be mine.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
Death in the air, repeated harvest, and ****** is the only the viable volunteer.
Our spirits inherit this deep freeze, to migrate to a better year.
It is of our nature to **** what we tend to and care for.
We are all told this cycle is progress, and to ignore this horrid gore.
One soul must be reborn thousands of times to achieve satisfaction.
Seedlings of grass are no longer visible, even a thousand mile walk cannot find human interaction.
The one and only way to find the light is to burn a thousand souls.
I now find myself lusting, out of control; tormenting weakness now my only goal.
Let the snowfall begin.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
*In depths we dive
the sun we trust
till we hit the rocks
and get shattered to dust
holding our breath
the pressure gets worst
this mighty sea has never
quenched anyone's thirst*
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC